The Winter Night
She glanced up furtively from the shelter of the doorway
Huddled against the cold
In a tattered spring jacket three sizes too big for her
Bitter winter wind rushed down her neck and through her sleeves
A scruffy stray dog sniffled at her suspiciously, hopefully
Then sauntered off down the dark alleyway
The brown skin of her fingertips was tinged bluish white
So she tucked them into her armpits for warmth
She had long since stopped shivering
The headlights of the cruiser shone upon her like the morning light
Bold, bright and blinding
The patrolman reached down and picked her up effortlessly
Carrying her to the warmth of his car
Her body stiff from holding her bent position for so long
She went through this far too often
If only she could go home…
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