She Wants You to Know

She didn't cry, not a bit.  
Sure it may have been a trick of the breeze bruising and stinging wherever it touched

She may have stared and well who wouldn't?  But cry?
No not her.  Sure the sun had been glaring on a silver perishing frost

She may have rubbed her face and why not?
She do think the midges are early this year and see they do get through the tiniest cracks and ice can burn like a boiling pot.

She didn't cry, true she stared why wouldn't she it was such a shock.
Who treats anything like that.   Her gaze may have fled from this one or that,
and the sun and the wind hit her eyes like a slap.

She didn't cry.  And sure they're all dead, there's not one could be rescued not one could be fed.  
Its not  that she cares and its not on her mind, life plays its small tricks and the wind makes you blind.

She didn't cry.  Not even a sigh.  The glare of the night played tricks with the light and  what she wants you to know is that she didn't cry.