Carpe Noctem

full moonlight at half strength due to rain

a slow and seemingly deliberate tapping on the roof

one of the last warm end-of-summer nights

katydids singing this is it this is it this is it

this night with its singular pelage will never come again

let sleep go on without you like a zombie apocalypse

flying squirrels open the dark sails of their bodies

a spring peeper calls three times in defiance of the season

i take the indescribable petrichor into my lungs