hasta_que_llora_el_viento birdmad from a clear sky black and grey clouds edge of the horizon mottled with dust a summer storm in the mild chill of a desert winter only the lightning is missing sullen wind kicking and moaning a ghostly cry pair of cats sit, perched, sphinx-like at the end of the bed, ears perked to catch the strange sounds, heads turning side to side in unison to follow each new crash and bang until the wind cries you don't always know what the night has to say and even then, it's guesswork 040218 what's it to you? who go blather from