The mood gets heavier
just as the curtains close
on the window to the world,
blocking and blurring the
big back yard of ours
by vision only.

The rodents sleep deep
and underground, while
the dogs and deer and things
roam and wander overland,
looking up now and then
at the great birds flying.

But the mood is the important thing,
and I can hardly lift it
when those curtains are shut.
no, I can hardly make
anything better
inside.