I walk out my back door
To stretch and view
The loveliness
of a clear night
To inhale the cleanse country air
Of the evening
A glow I sense
Illuminating the night.

Emitting from over head
To my amazement
I am graced with a vision
Of awe
As The full moon
Is totally in full bloom
She is the centered hazy image
Of a glorious cross.

The heavens are dark
Stars twinkle bright
Within the blue velvet silence
Of a glorious sky
I stare at the reflections
Of street lamps
In the almost
Invisible shimmering Pond.

I hear the gentle sounds
Of the sprinkler
Irrigating my parched lawn
Making it greener
Hoping
It won't take too long.

At A distanceI can hear the fading sounds
Of the night critters
And Screeching of a hunting fowl.

Within the swamp,
Far away and out of sight
I heard a muffled sound
Of a wounded beast
Beast! I narrate within my thoughts
For it's eerieness
Send chills through my spine
Deep to my bones.

Yet the evening was comfortably warm
The thoughts of it's horror
Drove me back indoors
Turning off, the outdoor's light
Securly locking the entrance
To my dwelling, for the night.

There I silently recited a prayer
Hoping to wake
To another sunrise
As tomorrow is arriving.


By: William Bonilla
03/04/06