Clear Night in the Ozarks
The eerie sound wakes me-
Distant baying through the woods,
Hounds chasing fox into burrows or
racoons up trees.
Faint smell of hickory
Smoke drifts from the small camp,
Men are warming themselves
With the jar and fire,
Telling lies and listening for
The changing voice of the hounds.
— Kathleen G. Everett © 2011