Neighbours said, ‘How could we have known?

It was hoof steps
and not the thumps of children running

It was a whinny
and not the cry of a silenced woman

It was a golden eye
and not a face pulled from a window

It was a silver horn
and not a knife meant for bread

It was moon white
and not flesh left cold in the night

Published in Screech Owl

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