The little cloud lifted, then drifted into a valley
Where it moistened the air for the oncoming night.
Earlier in the day it had hovered over
Three husky men digging a grave
As they prepared to lay another soul beyond cloud’s reach.
He was partial to funerals.
His shade pleased the grieved
As the mourners left the source of their sorrow
He dimmed the light when
Darkness claimed its rights
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