i come to pray.
the sun still most deeply asleep,
your thrice hidden moon beckoning the chapter change.
you gorge on clover and dew,
your anxiety a precise twitching dance of pricked ears.
how distruptive your survival
thumping nerves, every other moment stolen, frozen in place
your fleeting delight a cruel counterweight to your innate lightness
we share the blanket of darkness, stillness
cloaked, kindred, our gentle spirit endangered