No moon

Cool dark air whispers past
my cheeks, chilling them.
As I look up into the night sky 
I see no stars, no moon.
Clouds blot out all light
except the occasional headlights
that crest the hills before
and behind me, shining on the 
telephone wires above.
As I jog down this tree-lined road
I glance down at the barely visible
cracks in the pavement.
I pass farms with cows dozing silently
in the pastures, or watching me from their barns
with sleepy confusion written across their faces.
A truck is passing me
as I start down a gently sloping hill
when out of nowhere
two long-legged deer jump out
in front of its headlights.
The truck slows down
as the deer leap and bound
to the other side of the road
disappearing over the barbed fence
of an empty cow pasture.
The truck picks up speed and
putters off into the night.
I turn back to the pasture,
barely lit in the late evening glow.
An elegant silhouette stands there
next to a clump of tall bushes
near the center of the pasture.
I smile to myself as I move on
climbing the next hill.