Sophia and Torran

The night grew dark
as the cold wind blew
a star winked low
in the west

On the prowl
in the lands of grass
a pounce on
an unsuspecting vole

The window
was closed
the room was dark
never to be lit again

You did not know
why the world grew still
only the cold wind blew
on that darkened night

No call would come
no hand would reach
to open the window
on the west

Others became that hand
a kind but unfamiliar house
the window closed
the fading scent

At night you look out
By day you await
For the returning face
that'll never come

(Sophia's cat Torran was taken in by a friend, but is still looking out for her return...)