…..
…..
no tale so sweet
a spirit claiming kinship
nothing less or more

a secret
confessed
not to deceive
but to house her sorrow
her mischief and delight

hush

a sound
clear and sharp in the stillness

the call was a signal
for need and instant
no time left to us
great hounds had been loosed

and the light in the night
saw proper

showed no distance
but
a new and deeper feeling
of kinship