Country Life

The night descends with a button down moon against a powder blue comforter sky, fluffed and puffed with the down of seed cat and nine tails bursting with pride. The mothers have called the dinnertime and the scent of soups on the wind, sneakers are stacked by the backdoor, the dog knows, it time to come in. The table once set is abandoned for the trays by the big screen TV, and autumn gourds and chrysanthemums abandoned on the tables display. Soon, silhouettes form on the den walls and children are hurried to bed, with the call of a wild coyote they run diving beneath their bedspreads. All the human light dims, as they hideout and starlight covers their ceiling, Mom has places plastic stars of Venus and Mars to usher in dreams, as they’re drifting. Oh, the night with its warmth will not last and soon the chill dawn will arrive with the call of a neighborhood rooster, ah, the country’s the place to be alive!