Pale light spilled from our windows
barely penetrating a dense, dark night.
Lightning outlined black clouds on the horizon
that promised rain and delivered no relief.
Ding-Dong barked his anger at the distant thunder,
ordering the offensive noise to depart.
He stood proud, confident his magic prevailed.
Smiling, I scratched his ears.
Then in the deep rumbling I heard her voice:
Why did you desert me?
I loved you. I loved only you.
I trembled and Ding-Dong barked again.
Her voice, though unstilled, faded.
Moonshine broke through the clouds and the bearded oaks.
The cracked stones in Mock Cemetery glowed.
The dead laughed at my anguish as the oak leaves
clapped their hands in the wind.