The dogs 
Curl their bodies 
Tight against
The strangely mild winds
And a waning moon
That robbed them
Of sleep all week
As it called them
To the edge of my bed,
Alert, upright,
Ready to howl
To their brothers and sisters
The fact of their being
Right here and now.

I have not slept, either.
I am ready for the song,
Ready to be here now,

To trade darkness for a star.