Living Things

Full moon night, I’ve experienced many,
but never a night of hooting owls
crickets and frogs
with you.

Well, maybe
the frogs. But never
the bats. Screech owls yes;
and that “headless,” four-legged
apparition, munching cheeseweed in the mist

was the pony, what’s-her-name, with that
glorious burr-buttoned mane, and her
escort, “Lobito” —
both, like us,