Through the Wall

Hear the bison as they fall
Tumbling hooves heard through the wall
Pride in every muffled blow
Mangled heap is red and raw

Hear the silence as they thaw
Ecstasy heard through the wall
Air is wet, morning dim
Laughter lost within the maw

(If the neighbors are going to insist on shouting matches during the wee hours of the morning,
the very least they can do is not be so fucking happy the next day.
Or ever.)