Five dark little birds wait on the gravel road. They take wing into the safety of the wood just as the border collie arrives to sniff at them.
Countless cardinals calling in the crepuscule, as if they don't stand out enough in the sunlight. They need to be noticed even as the light fades.
We walk beneath the reign of trees. We gaze up at the purple sky as the stars make ready.
A lone hound beys in the distance.