1 a.m.

The bull-horn blows throughout the night, every night. 1 a.m. Windows rattle and the cat wakes. The dogs bark. 1 a.m. The music crescendos, closer. Iron meets iron. 1 a.m. The conductor's hand's wrapped around the bull-horn. 1 a.m. The money of yesterday burns; Smoke billows. 1 a.m. The leaves shake and the stream ripples. Rocks clatter. 1 a.m. The owl takes flight and rodents run. The wolves stare. 1 a.m. The music decrescendos, leaves. Railings creak. 1 a.m. Rattling dies, rippling slows, smoke fades. Clatter stops. 1 a.m. The bull-horn softly blows goodbyes. The moon wakes. 1 a.m.