By Tyler Zawacky
I sit here on this roof,
Of a house no bigger then most.
In a place of roof tops and lights.
A forest of noises and people.
Yet these last few nights
This feeling has pulled me up.
To sit and wait for something – I have no clue.
Then in the hunter blue sky just before light
In the distance there’s a bugle.
Two houses over at the crest – a silhouette.
First an elk, then a coues chasin’ does, – two mulies fighting.
I look down as a mountian lion jumps from the wall below.
The morning chill of a future Fall,
Sends shivers down my spine.
I feel an odd moistness in my hands like morning dew.
Then I hear it, a car door slams, a horn honks.
I’m brought back to this jungle only to fall asleep.
to dream of hunts to come,
memories to be made and many hunter blue mornings to come.