Last night while the moon was high and round
she called to me
to come and listen to the night
as it became a wild night

I went out into the empty space
that I go to be with La Luna

I closed my eyes so that I could hear
and she said "NO"

you need to listen with your eyes and your heart wide open

to the southwest an old dog penned or chained barked to be set free
to the far south the song dogs sang and chanted and taunted the
penned up, chained up dogs
on my eastern side down in the wood by the creek
a barred owl is showing off his beautiful voice and
getting a little crazed by his own sounding like a mad monkey
he gets louder and louder and whooshes off into the night

the air is clean and cool
I stand and listen
listen with my heart
hoping to know what they know about being free
and wild

the songs dogs to the south have moved very close
the yapping has become frenzied
they must have made a kill
and they are very, very close

I don't want to leave
but I do

I want to be wild and free, but, more often than not I chose to be safe and warm.

next time, maybe next time I will chose to stay.