The blue’s ablaze
fiery strokes of red and orange
as the sun bids a daily farewell.
Long brushstrokes on a canvas
of wispy clouds, a persian tapestry
for a rising crescent
grinning in its wake.
‘Soon in its shadow I will get brighter
and inspire in the coyote
a serenade
echoing through my solemn brood’
The Bird's Song 