Silently in slanting lights,
Cross shadows,
Lost in a morning twilight,
Moving lost from normal view,
Crossing slow,
Pausing a moment or two,
Listening to the watchers
From shadows
Warmly huddle in shelter
Cold before the warming sun
From shivers
Lost before they’ve yet begun
Stalked in the last of darkness
Last quivers
Bleeding into the starkness.
Quickly coating flooring red
Lost slivers
Of words that are never said.