Up with owl.
And out, before fog drip and spider’s web part ways.
Artemisia and oat still bow their heads,
in gratitude for a wet night,
while crows have yet to forfeit rule of the streets,
and continue strutting the sand.
Acorn woodpeckers parked high up their holey electrical pole
discuss brightly the day before them,
gull wings through thick white,
and otter cruises shore’s edge.
At this hour, smiles arise between passers-by.