A howling came to me one night.
It spoke so proud, so beautiful.
I hear you breathing, scared dog.
Dog I was, beastly, snarling and hungry.
Like our fellow afflicted, unquivering.
Who was this voice that beckoned me to answer?
Lashing and creeping outside my door?
Bespoke, wordless, breathless.
I remembered.
I buried her last night.
