Dark of nite

As the nite awakens and the moon shines in the nite.The smells and sounds of the nite come alive.The rich smell of the earth after rain,the green of the leaves and pine.Ahhhh the nite smells clean after shakinf off the sleep of day.Amber eyes burn into the nite.Trail feels good on paws adept to the feel of everything under foot.The snap of twig and the slap of leaf as He trots the trails worn and known well.A quick stop for a sipat the fast clear running creek, ears keen to any sound.Bounding up the hill He gazes out over hill and vall that He has known all His life.Gazing up at the beautiful moon, He lifts His massive black head and howls long and eerily into the nite.Letting all know He rules here, He rules the nite.