title: Droplets: Poetry for those in grief
author:  Anne Peterson 
description: Anne Peterson is a full-time poet, speaker and author of nine published books. While Annes poetry is sold throughout the United States and in twenty-three countries, this is her fourth published book of poetry. Her first three books of poetry were illustrated by her daughter, Jessica Peterson. These include Make Believe: Volume One and Volume Two, books that are for children and adults alike; and Chills: The eerie side of poetry. Annes other childrens books are: Emmas Wish, The Crooked House, Lulus Lunch and Sonny Follows His Heart. Anne also wrote her memoir, BROKEN: A Story of Abuse and Survival. You can see more of her writing at annepeterson.com or connect with her on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/annepetersonwrites If this book has encouraged your hurting heart in any way, I would love to hear from you.
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  The Duke of Copper Downs had stayed dead.
  
  
  _So far._
  
  
  That thought prompted the Dancing Mistress to
  
  
  glance around her at the deserted street. Something in the corner
  
  
  of her eye or the lantern of her dreams was crying out a message.
  
  
  Just as with any of her kind, it was difficult to take her by
  
  
  surprise. Her sense of the world around her was very strong. Even
  
  
  in sleep, her folk did not become so inert and vulnerable as humans
  
  
  or most animals did. And her people had lived among men for
  
  
  generations, after all. Some instincts never passed out of
  
  
  worth.
  
  
  _His Grace is_ not _going to come
  
  
  clawing up through the stones at my feet_, she told herself
  
  
  firmly. Her tail remained stiff and prickly, trailing gracelessly
  
  
  behind her in a parody of alarm.
  
  
  The city continued to be restive. A pall of
  
  
  smoke hung low in the sky, and the reek of burning buildin