photo: patricia wellingham - jones
Sunset Prowling
by Patricia Wellingham – Jones
Light shifts into crimson bars
across indigo sky,
fades as the moon rises.
If you still
your twitching thoughts,
you may hear the quiet pad
of prowling feet.
In full dark the rush of wings
ruffles your hair
and one small scream
signals the owl’s dinner.
Even after you’ve gone to bed
feet pad and prowl
under your window.
~ previously published in Medusa’s Kitchen
