The Pour

The clouds put on black
savaging beneath: heavily and furiuosly
The night ice coated
Without a companion at sight
Down narrow roads of quivers
Danced spines and veins
To the music of the night
And blankets stare, domantly, helplessly.
Whispering of the birds
The night's dominant, early to bed
Freedom denied.
Lousy songs of roofs and rafters
Echoed through the night.
Sight restricted by long legs
across faces glancing through windows
Deeply, the pour breathed.
Like a hungry lion's fury
I close my eyes, expunged
To dreamer land.
Escaping the music of the night
Seeming not to cease.