Monday, December 20, 2010
I Tried To Shoot The Moon...
The coyotes were active last night and their voices echoed through the leafless trees as they pursued their night's meal. I heard them run along the cedar glade where deer were grazing earlier. As I called my husband to hear their song, they grew silent. I continued to listen, in the cold night, and imagined their path. As they picked up their prey trail again, they sang to the night, crossing the creek and following the old road up the hill...and then silence. The silence left me wondering, were they successful in their hunt or did they search for another main course.
While listening, I was warm and lost in the moment but as the night sounds left, the cold crept in. I returned to the warmth and shut the door on the night.