Sounds at the window

Outside is night. As always rain is falling. Cats and dogs and birds are making their usual sounds. As an orchestra. All in his time, nothing fails. The trees move as the gusts come. This is the wind blowing harder. In this space I spot a light in a window. A shadow moves. For 10 minutes. And she stops. And the light fades away.


A scream is brought by the norteasterly wind. I don´t understand it, and I pray that the cry or scream reaches out again. Nothing.


And the shoe is still in the road. All alone
And that leaf is flying because it´s Fall