Coyote Echoes

One yip begets a howling
The coyote pack announces itself and its strength
Each member joining in the chorus

Two other packs add their voices to the songs
A triangulation of wild canine echoes
Surrounding me without regard to my reason
For a predawn excursion

I estimate the distance of the packs from me
Calculating the risk of staying
In their territory, in their time

The coyotes and I share a secret:

The moon is always full

A full moon with clouds, seen through bare tree branches

The moon is always full

NaPoWriMo Day 3

Shift Change

Bushes and trees rustle with songs and flutters of waking birds.
Screeches and trills of the night fade in the last moments of darkness.

Nocturnals and diurnals alight in treetop way stations
Crossing paths as they make their way to roost
Or complete their morning ablutions before beginning their search for food.

As the east announces itself, I revel in the beauty of another day’s potential.

A beautiful sunrise

Another beautiful sunrise

NaPoWriMo Day 2

Protesting

Judy and I roamed around Bastrop, Texas yesterday. The ducks and geese in the park think that anyone and everyone who shows up is there to feed them.

We didn’t have any food for them. They were not amused. This Muscovy Duck seems to be protesting our lack of foresight by blocking our exit. We had to shoo it away a couple of times before it let us leave.

Duck behind vehicle's rear tire

Not until you feed me!