Enjoying a Summer's Eve

Scrambling through the bramble bushes of life I wonder what is my mission? Who has the answer? Is it in the cosmos? I look up and smile. The stars wink at me, holding their own secrets. My soul is on mute tonight. The silence is wonderful. A little breeze lifts the edge of my hair. Life is good. My ideas and ideals are sound. The only thing I need to do is enjoy this summer’s eve. Whoo Whoo Whoo A hoot owl honors me with his notes. In these woods there is no way to figure out his direction. Coyotes have caught something. They begin yipping excitedly. I imagine a bunny is being surrounded. Poor bunny. A whiff of lilac teases my heart. I am so glad I planted that bush. There is enough star light to take a bit of a walk. I stay on my own land. The clearing part, not the trees which hide the predators. The dog runs off, toward the sound of the yips, brave as always.