The thing was crying all night Wailing for its supper Wailing to be held Wailing to be alive again Comfort is not the domain of the dead Peace is not the domain of the living Twin miseries, it crying, me listening Neither able to rest
No wolves in suburbia Yet the howling persists High and strained Soaring over the hustle A pause In every household Jugs of milk held above cups Eyes glance up from papers A wordless message twisting in their guts Spines compressed Shawls wrapped ‘round Something Is neigh
Autopsy results showed Indentations on the cranial interior Sharp force injuries were also present On the posterior costae Numbers 4-7 Left and right sides Organs were... Shredded Contusions too numerous To catalogue, but covering torso Prior to death, decedent Complained of screams Coming from her chest And pounding in her head
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Excellent!
By the way, though there are no wolves in suburbia, there are coyotes.