Deep clear azure skies lazily spread
over the dark green pine crested horizon,
accenting the strange eerie silence
of the sleepy forest as evening arrives.
Wolves begin to howl with mirthful merriment
with yellow eyes all aglow under the twinkling
northern stars as the owls hungrily soar through
the night in search of a tasty meal.
Foxes quietly roam through the forest and rabbits
scurry into their holes sensing that danger looms.
The hurried creek hushes its crashing song while
coyotes yip and yap with joy upon the nearby plains
as they celebrate the night under the silvery moon.
Donavon Scott Vinson