the night air has cooled
enough for the breeze to wind
in and around the soft nights breathing.

she sighs as a lone coyote calls
and cries to find his mates
that have somehow slipped off
into the moonless night of heat.

tomarrows sun is but a few
hours away
as she dusts off nights blanket
only to pick it up again
as dreams fill her eyes in soft edged
visions.

seconds later the cat
(is) curled around her toes
and she rises to make another
day and wait for the evenings
coolness to soothe the long days
memories of those walking in sleep.

Calm and has a good feeling.