Silent Passing

Alone in the mountain calm

another obscurity moves away

from the dusk.

The back and forth of shadows

between the branches a dance

without music.

Inside this left minor's shack

where bean jars are stacked,

this champion stands by the harbinger call,

snowfall, tuning in as birds perch.

Glimmering fat shaft, the shadow

project a dance, dim gleaming structure

skipping across the soil floor.

A patient holding up follows, tuning in

for the courier at the entryway.

The methodology of the bird in the window.

Mortally injured; his last relaxing

realizes it closes here. Hooting Owl a

last sound heard,

the smell of waxen wick,

moving wolf's shadow move

his soul out the entryway.