Leo 7. The barking of a dog echoes across a moonlit landscape.
In the night he arose to look out the window at the frost-covered fields where the moon shone, the barking of a dog billowing through its own echoes like a wraith crossing into the reflection of a cloudy mirror.
And the barking, as it continued turned the whole night into a dog’s gigantic, hollow throat, through which cold billows of barking rolled, the moonlight, having just newly fallen to earth, surprised at what she found there, filling her with such noise.