Nocturnal Rig
starkness invading, picture windows view
the wake of an invisible house through
the maze of forest oaks becoming blue.
seizure of sure Winter eyes, long night’s coup.
of red foxes, no sightings but a twig
snapping, turns chilly heads, as moonlight wigs
out at the littered floor, nocturnal rig —
cacophony of coyotes, the dig.
11/27/2020
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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