Running playfully with the sun,
the moon follows
from Eastern skies.
I always enjoy these twilight hours,
listening to the day’s stories
of buffalo thundering the plains
for sweet alfalfa grass;
of hearing Chickadees love songs
to yellow daffodils.
But it is at dusk
I turn into the Grey Wolf
and howl lullabies
at the full moon.

Aztec Warrior 6.13.15