A sharp bark wakes me. Tears begin to fall. Distant growls ring, tinged with pain and laced with loss, reminiscent of an all-too-distant past. It roars and bellows anew as though intent to bind me to this wakefulness so I might be a witness to this spectacle of grief.
A fine stage night makes, for in deepest darkness the enunciations of anguish are all the more potent. I lay and listen to the falling tears, the rhythmic backdrop to this soundscape of sadness. The fury ebbs as the night deepens, but tears continue to water the earth long after the thunderous voice has resigned itself to silence.