An owl’s soft call speaks plainly now.
He talks so hauntingly.
The cool night breeze wafts it forth.
It resounds from tree to tree.
The crunch of jaws, upon something hard –
Adds mystery to the night.
Where is it at? What might it be?
It’s somewhere near but out of sight.
The rustling leaves, by creatures small –
That scurry to and fro.
They all cause questions to arise.
What are they? I’d like to know.
Off in the distance, such a plaintive howl –
Emotions it subtly wrenches!
A lone Coyote that sounds so sad –
Reaches deep into my senses.
I lie in the dark. Sleep will not come.
As sounds, whether loud or small –
Excite my thoughts at what’s out there.
I wonder about it all.