No moon.

Stars are pinholes

in a purple velvet dome.

Black trees , twice as tall

as the pole barn lightning rod

loom like sentinels,

their leaves all fallen.

The Great Horned Owl two-hoos

still. He should be through

with his wooing by now. The crow

able to see in the dark,

grinds his warning to a mouse.

A lone duck chuckles at a fish jump.

Jane McKinlay my address is a senior citizen and a student at Normandale Community College. She has also been published in the Normandale literary magazine "the Paper Lantern."

This site was last updated 04/13/09
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