before the sun
a solitary voice calls out—
is that a katydid?
Lighting candles. Settling down to read, sitting by the open windows in the dark stillness before dawn. Listening. The occasional distinct howl of a distant dog, or could it be a coyote? Silence. Footsteps of a runner running by. Silence. A solitary katydid leisurely calling out. Silence. It’s the best time of day.
