Somnabulant

the first leaf falls brown through green an august end well played insect sounds whir brushes on tin seed shakers speak squirrels chatter crisp metal days sharp tasting contrasts to the noon heat crescendo the black dragon fly hovers above the tall jewel weed bed black waters beneath stagnant sunlight twinkles like stars on the night gnats swarm drinking from leaf boats hidden sparrows call and wait two eyes flit left, right, up, down granite boulders panther god silently stalking on root legs shaded nostrils open scenting pray that the big cat sleeps I leave him chamomile flowers First Appeared in Poetry Quarterly Fall 2013 along with Babe & the Boyo's, as well The Bitter End of the Road See About the Poem *I do not get paid if you buy a copy, just thought you'd like to know.