Strands Of Hurrying Clouds

After he was shot,

he heard a faint cry,

he was listening,

there was no reply,

he was suddenly aware,

after the fear,

that it was getting cold,

a ghost was floating past him,

waving at his soul,

a change was coming

amid the strands of hurrying clouds,

the spirits were running,

their footsteps were very loud,

and death began to hiss over the streets,

his breath smoking,

and there was no feeling in his feet,

life was choking,

and the darkness was poking,

then he would release a muffled cry,

moments later, he would die.

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[The Cougar's Den]

Sometimes I have to wonder - are you writing from the front pages of the newspaper, or are you involved in law enforcement somehow?

Great write, no matter your day job. ;)