Forgotten

Moonlight shines in the cracked window, leaving its shape drawn into my eye. I reach out and trace the sky, not leaving out any details. I want to get something right. I’m not alone because I’ll always have the night skies with the stars and moon in my window to look to. I gaze at a forgotten tree, dead from years of shadow. An owl lives within it but does not leave, blind from not knowing of freedom. It hasn’t seen the tree grow but only wither in the shadows of life. A cat creeps in the dark street, looking for a home to call its own.  But she’s too far-gone and will sleep in a cold grave. I gaze up just as clouds form in the sky, suffocating the moon and stars.