A Mystery

Snow drifts in front of the cars high beams finding their death in the sharp white far away into the night The Engine silently hums through the frosted night leaving no tracks in the freshly fallen snow autos black beetle Shell dark against the indigo sky reflecting no stars no moon no light just to pinpoints of high beams Slipping through the night silent stealthy it glides Snow drifts in its wake moving forward into tomorrow Not an ice crystal brakes waiting for the world to awake to a mystery