Shadow of what?

Shadow  of    what?

Summer  like  a  militant    soldier  sets in,

Counteract   the  drooping  winter’s

Grim, falling  visage,   the hot

Pellets  of  heat  waves  barge in,

Somewhere   the  dog’s  bark  ,

Barking  of  man’s  seemingly  

 effulgent, arrogance,  it is  a

a  sepulchral  voicing of   seedy

happenings, unchecked,

my  key board    cravingly

looks   on for certitude

of   typing  and tapping,

somewhat  like  a  shadow

of  crow   peeps in ,

hop skips on the letters,

may  be  the  Soul  of  a

good hearted , long  ago

forgotten, reminds me the

cruelty  of the world ,

“ awake  always, else

You   are in for clean burial.”