Hunter’s Moon, I viewed it’s brilliance at the end of the yard, through a canopy of leaves and under an hundred stars.
The 5 a.m. was so deep, dark after the night storm of rolling thunder.
Until I almost reached the woods across the way, then over the rise of the tallest trees, she shone so beautifully.
A few lanes down, in an abandoned part, wandered the coyotes on their own traveling pattern.
I pictured them, after roaming, stopping curiously, to watch me.
Coyotes. Woman. Trees. Moon. Stars.
