5 AM dark of the moon
early morning campfire
frosty ground
warm cup of coffee

The coyotes sing on either side of me
a long and mournful sound
Orion touching the horizon
Venus is on the rise

Mesquite leaves run across the ground
an army on the move
sheep quietly bawl on the distance
what passes for country quiet

As the sun begins to rise
purples, pinks and oranges paint the sky
and the few wispy clouds ignite
with awesome colors and lights

The sheep, cows, breeze, quiet music
and the fire crackles
as my coffee steams away
on the final morning of the hunt