I step into the silence,
The nights are black out here.
The planet curves in a visible arc overhead.
I watch the night clouds move past twinkling pinpoints of light.
despite the bone-chilling cold-
forcing me to walk backward into the night.
I brace myself against the assaulting wind.
Quiet movement in the periphery-
foot prints in the virgin snow.
Inhabitants of the night flee to
make way for the intruder.
I will never belong-
Forever the outsider.
They will always flee,
though for eternity I will revel at the site of them.
birds & mice