This night a yellow moon
stalks root and branch.
There’s a waving sagebrush breeze
to twitch wary whiskers
The star-salted fields
and dark wooded islands
merge in a wash
of shoaling shadows.
Fox and rabbit are awake;
they sniff or tremble,
yet celebrate each warm breath.
This night plants flames
in covered eyes,
and we feel the high
dangerous joy
of all that hunt and hide....
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