I step into the Newness of the Night

I step into the newness of the night feeling sticky in the warm air It is twenty degrees cooler now Still warm at eighty degrees But this is Kansas in August a streak across the sky grabs my attention blinking red and yellow lights, a commercial flight we are fifteen minutes south of a large airport wolves or coyotes are howling in the distance excited yipping commences, they have cornered something the yipping seems to have ceased, they must be eating the night’s freshness taunts me this is an opportunity to write something new but what? I sit in a lawn chair, surrounded by my dogs where to begin? I pick up my pen, waiting for my muse.