Venus and the Moon meet in the low, eastern darkness
Their usual rendezvous
I wave in greeting, step up to join them
Halfway, I hesitate when clouds swirl in, as if to shield
Through the grey-blue veil
I catch my last glimpse as they
Fade into the dawn’s shimmer,
Reaching across to each other,
Looking back to gauge my celestial distance
Oh, I wonder, am I intruding?
Venus and the Moon
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
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