King of Night

by David Thompson

The field is a swarm

Of purple

As the gray moon

Rises.

My nostrils touch

The sighs

Of the

Sleeping earth.

Sound falls away

As I

Wait calmly

In shadow.

Watching from my throne

Of grass

I smile and know—

Night is my realm;

For I am

Cat

Photo by John R. Foster

Photo by Glen R. Hanneman