Brooding

Motionless clouds
Held in place
Pierced by mountains
Against their face

Darkness calls
At its usual time
A crystal silence
Will all be fine

A bear growls
An eerie note
Catching the attention
Of a wandering goat

The scene is set
Night time’s looming
In animal faces
The look of brooding

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