Bird Creek Night-time

From the distance from Earth where it feels safe, the harvest moon
illuminates the orchard where we lie
under separate blankets near the dying fire.
White ashes float and fall in the small breeze.
We are still. We hear the knitting-needle click
of claws upon the flat rocks by the creek.
We hope they’re of racoons and not a bear.

2 thoughts on “Bird Creek Night-time

  1. Beautiful. I felt like I was in the same field, sharing the moon and the stars, and other assorted sounds of the night.

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