Glenn Stultz

The stealthy feline
creeps through the long night
near where the cheerful night-in-gale
has nested all night long
and sang her heart out
except for that very same cat
that b1tes repeatedly
and tears with terrible rage
the harbinger of ruddy autumn
canceling with black obliteration
the elfen wonder of our souls
while the darkness
helpless and broken
wallows in the afterlife
dismembering the wind

shunning the allure of dawn
retrieving nothing at all
as when you hit the ground
at the bottom of things
so hard that it glistens
and the snow
creeps down around you
out of the sky
and the bold
aerial bombardment
promised by the Russians
lurks in your brain
igniting the evening
like a jewel