With storied stealth Orion steals across my sky
Accompanied by Canis Major and Minor.
I can hear the dogs barking at the speed of sound
Even from this great distance
As the hunt goes on and on and on.
A lone coyote's call set off the bellicose barking;
No other coyote answered
And in my world that silence is deafening.
I sink back to sleep adrift in my sea of stars
Then dream of when I played with coyote pups
And when ravens dropped snowballs on my head
And of my little black hen, T. regina, no one messed with
And of Gelert the Greyhound taken out by a mountain lion
For drawing off the hunter crouched upon the roof.
Awakened from troubled sleep again
I want to know if my greyhound has joined the hunt
Or runs silent at the coyote's side
Or remains gray unreconstituted dust.
I sink back to sleep adrift in my sea of stars.
Libby.. there is something really pure about your poems.. somethings that appeals to my heart.. wonderful poem..
ReplyDeleteThank you. I feel purified after writing a poem, or if not purified at least at peace. And I'm glad I can write something that appeals to another's heart and not just my own. Thanks for your comment.
Deletethis is beautiful, in idea and execution. Just love the idea of a pack hurtling across the sky, greyhound, coyote, major and minor. Lovely... am looking skyward in hope.
ReplyDeleteI don't know much about execution, know I should learn, but thank you for saying that. Hope is a beautiful idea.
DeleteLovely dreams, full of coyote pups, ravens and a brave greyhound. I hope he is running in happiness somewhere. I especially love "adrift in my sea of stars".
ReplyDeleteMy "wild things" Blue Sky!
DeleteLibby this is beautiful! I love this dream like state and all that you shared in your sea of stars :D
ReplyDeleteI'm away from all the light pollution and smog again, so I'm bound to be influenced by the stars I suppose. Thanks.
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