The storm raged and left,
so the forest ground is soft.
I imagine all the bones
to be found in five year’s time.
I always knew
he did not want to be dead,
and as his haunting meows
echo through the air,
I am called to follow him
to our mutual end.
Linda Imbler has five published poetry collections and one hybrid ebook of short fiction and poetry. She is a Kansas-based Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Nominee. More information can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com.
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