up late on Sunday
even when we know better —
yawning in the forecast

small brown sidewalk leaf —
when is the last time
I saw a toad?

lying still enough
that the vultures slow down
for a second look

in between stars
I think I hear an old song —
protect each other

listening for crickets
before I close the curtains
for the night

pumpkin season —
the moose of Alaska
enjoy their new snacks