Night Falls

Into the woods, a bit tentatively, just for a taste, a sampling, of nature’s goods, because it is the end of a busy day, just a short walk and I stop to lean against a big cottonwood, in front of me milkweeds yellow in the twilight, are twisted, almost seeming to dance to the sound of coyotes now howling, yipping, and me just hoping for at least a glance, on the chance they run past, cottonwoods all around me, surround me, tall and silent, as I wait, they have no comment, their positions are constant, as crickets begin to chirp, I even wonder if a bear might wander by, suddenly I hear a loud noise, but it’s only the flapping wings of a wild turkey as it lands in a tree to roost up high, then all is quiet , daylight fades, time seemingly crawls, night falls.