Night's Sound

The wild dog stretches its neck, biting into the night,

Dropping the moonlight, leaves fall from the hillside.

Who awaits whom at the end of the neighborhood street,

People pass by, their eyes bleary, unaware.

The wild dog, its eyes bloodshot, gazes with bitterness,

As the night returns, cold, with clouds of misty color.

The wind rustles, embracing the distant horizon,

Birds on branches sing their songs, releasing them freely.

The wild dog bows its head, and leaves fall,

A few smudged traces of blood still linger on its lips.

Jungle flowers glisten, spreading the scent of sunlight,

A swift bumblebee flits by, in a long dream.

The wild dog howls a distant cry,

The moon slowly fades behind every leafy wall.

Around, a strange chorus of insects can be heard,

The eroded bones return to the mother earth, in the passage of time.