Stars uncloak from the heavy mist
Grass and leaves with dew are kissed
Swallows chirp awaiting dawn’s light
I wake early thinking I might
Walk in the moon shadows
Only to find Nature knows
To end and start each day
It is I who search to find my way
Heavy morning mist
NaPoWriMo 2014 Day 28
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
The moon is always full
NaPoWriMo Day 3
It's a long story ... 