Prairie Night

an October night at 2 am in the morning in a small town somewhere in Southern Manitoba. I couldn't sleep so I went to stand outside.

Dark blue velvet night

New Moon

Chilly stars shivering in the sky

Frosty points of light

Wind blowing coldly

Running its frozen finger through the trees

A dry Raspy sound

Of wooden bones

Coyotes howl

in the darkness, spine tingling.

Burst of sound

so close

Lonely, crying, hunting

Predators.

Masters of the night

A prairie night.

Reviews

[JC]

This gave me chills, the metaphor so clean and poignant. I believe writers are capable of seeing beauty in everything, or at least seeing importance. Really enjoyed this.