Snow fell by the many inches.
The quiet harbinger had arrived.
Early hours illuminated.
A muffled blanket of white.
Rumbling across the rural landscape a
low moaning cry severed the night.
A foghorn of grief cut though
the darkness.
The lonely moo of a
Hereford cow
echoed
off
the
hills.
Her unwavering despair hung on
the icy air.
Haunting in its
urgency.
Unnerving…
