Moon high and bright
sleep on and off
wilderness movements
unusual days.
Fox runs through grasses
stops to look back
dogs alert to stranger
growls and hackles rise.
Sleep interrupted
what did the fox say?
barking perhaps at sky orb
calling to others alone.
Dark rain damp morning
sun lazy sleeps in,
I foresee many more of days like that
night hanging on longer
invisible fingers clenching the earth
rotate slow, move round to the other side
shared elsewhere soon enough
and I sit sipping coffee
While the fox moves off to places unknown.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 