A Precarious Night

Whistling a warning
winter wind
whooshes down
Cuyamaca Peak,
fast as a high-speed
train. Squirrels and
rabbits huddle in
holes. Tree swing
rock and rolls.
Manzanita twigs
shake their Mexican
maracas. Giant oaks
dance the rumba.

When satin sun comes
up I don’t see horses
in paddock pasture,
worry they’ve blown
away, then discover
they were placed
safely in the barn
before the fray.

Published in The Avocet – Winter 2016