Saturday, November 1, 2025, 46.9*, 71% RH, 0853
Last night, last call before I went to bed past midnight not to sleep, very dim solar lights. Ruger looked up as I opened the door, closed his eyes, rested his head again on his paws. A branch cracked. Eyes met mine from the clearing. Two barked.
I lay in the dark hearing note by note October Lullaby in D major, my last drum composition. It was not my intent to memorize but I had played it Friday night without music. It needs words perhaps, something about the moon, this hollow, those eyes. Words could, as often in poetry, change the title. It could be The Hollow Lullaby.
Mariah sings her lullaby to leaves laying them softly on the ground.
Photo: LJ Austin
