THE NATURE OF THE NIGHT BY FIONA CUMMINGS
As the snowy owl glides
In autumn navy nights
It’s predators hide
To ground hunter’s delights
The golden fox with his chest so white
Screeches as food does excite
Rabbits so polite
As they wait on the roadside
When clear they run across
To warrens covered by moss
A safe Haden for now
But the dogs do howl
Standing on the hills brow
Looking down
Just waiting
Anticipating
Contemplating
But still the flight of the owl
Fly’s among a cloud
Taller than anything can reach
Feathers as soft as a peach
Incredible
beautiful
Tiny stars Chace the falling leaves
Such midnight beauty beyond belief
The moonlight shines in the babbling stream
With shadows of oaks now gold from green
Will I wake up?
Is this a dream?
© Fiona Cummings
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