Piercing Shrill

A piercing shrill
In the darkness
of night
as I try to gauge
its intent
I welcomed the thud
At the end
Of its cry
For I knew
I would not die
Iíve heard it said
With no cry you die
But Iíll never know
As the shells
They slow
And the night
Becomes permanent
For those
Who know...

© 2006 Jim Cain