October Night Sky

“October Night Sky”
By: Joseph Michael Webb
October 28, 2009

Sparse brown leaves hanging to the trees
Rustle in the chilled October night sky
The ground is moist and puddles lay about
In the eerie calm that plagues the barnyard

Fog creeps in like a rolling blanket of gray
Over all the night’s land as if a haunting.
Neighs begin to sullenly escape the barn
As a sole rooster’s crow awakens.

As dawn approaches the fog hangs thick
Obscuring the redness of the barn from her.
She walks with a routine toward the building
And notices something amiss

Where are the pitter-pat sounds of horse’s hooves?
What about the hungry “neighs” that waited?
She grows somewhat anxious, all is quiet
Until she carefully looks into the empty stall.

The restless stallion had escaped into the night
Into the fog he went to be free from tight quarters
The chestnut color absorbed into the gray fog
To never be found by any solitary man