The Wolf Moon

Jan. 13, 2017 Close to midnight: A gawd-awful howl rises from within the trees bordering our yard and sets the neighbors Labrador barking with menace. Then all is quiet.  I turn off the lights, look out our windows. I can see easily because the ground is white with hoarfrost, the sky is clear and the moon shines almost directly overhead, yet I  can make out nothing that would have caused the dog next door to go off like that. I open the kitchen window and listen. In the distance, coyotes yip and a neighbors rooster is crowing so I don’t think whatever made … Continue reading The Wolf Moon