Rustling around the house

playing

rearranging spaces

and of course the occasional growl

slick surfaces and a humming

inside, though that fireplace doesn’t

cast its effect around

but from up in a pine tree the wind

agrees to settle down

and a calm dissipates into the forest

with only a bark or two

echoing the silhouette of light

portraying many symphonies of moon

only a cold dry breeze

Collects the sound

as this dusky trail grows long

the atmosphere is set,

seeing a hand,

hearing a face,

smiling about,

thank you for

coming my way

and prowling with me