Silent Winter

Sitting
Still
Camouflaged
by the winter snow
Barely breathing
Exhaling
the silence of night
Blanketing the roars
Of noise
Sad sounds
Primal
Raw
Squeaking
Persisting
Penetrating
Yet again
Vigilant eyes
Waiting
Pressed against
The screen door
The one that
Remains locked
Left outside
Alone
Bolting for safety
Through the chain link fence
An illusion
Dragged back
Wet blood
Glistening
Under Orion
Immobilized
Again
And
Ripped
To
Sheds