Diaspora

When evening slides

downward and shadows

creep into view

you can hear the

lilting tunes from loons

hoarding a night sky.

There is no comfort in sounds

of prey and hunger

seeking game - rabbits no

longer playing games.

Fireflies light up bushes

as their message in Morse code

calls out to others wishing

to share shaky spaces-

the snarl of a coyote warns

smaller animals to

 review their hiding plans.

All have a role to display in a

forest looming larger with

each disappearing dot of sunset.