Night Walking

It creaks, drifts have rubbed the air raw it crunches as if some large beast were walking over the packed snow. All night listening had to it could have been a robber an ice-cold housebreaker I can't sleep when the night walks like this. They say there are lots of frozen people dying somewhere, I imagine the wind carrying their last words across the empty fields, they are going somewhere and I don't think it's anywhere good. Get up stare out into the black, outback the bare-boned trees rattle leafless twigs like dentures all buried now in the heaped and falling. Morning slides in stiffly dragging light over the dark stained ice. Then a late sun opens wide a white sky pretty now.....yes it’s all lovely of a sudden. I look for foot or paw prints listen for the creaking's there are none the recently dead also are soundless.