On a wee walk-about in
The moon-washed world
Boomer and I strolled taking photos in the November cold
The vibrations of the night were full of ghosts, sprites, elves, and Winter-time dwarves.
Prowling silently throughout the darkening land.
These wee unseen creatures stalking alongside the predators of the night
Shimmering mysteriously suddenly there
Adding to the unusualness of a star caught in the glow of the moon.
Everything and everyone in the shadowy darkness
All caught in the silver moonlight.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,