may 23rd, 2001 / ten thirty one pm

small snow-covered town outside of the city
lights flicker insessantly in ye olde town tavern
the rowdy noise from inside contains the few awake persons

the rest of the town is quietly tucked away in their beds.
the comfort of the mountins and trees surround them

bullfrogs sing their song
from a nearby pond
but silence themselves as the siloutte passes them by

the shadow says no words,
passing through this deserted town.

instead he keeps walking
head down, eyes forward.

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