Clear Night in the Ozarks

Clear Night in the Ozarks
The eerie sound wakes me
Distant baying through the dark woods
On a moonlit night
Hounds chasing fox into burrows or
Raccoons up trees
Faint smell of hickory smoke
Drifts from the small camp
Where the men stand
warming themselves
With the jar
And fire
Telling lies and listening
For the changing voice
Of the hounds

I settle back into the pillows
snug under the winter quilts
to dream of the chase and the fire and the moon
on a clear night in the Ozark hills.