Crazy moon

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.