Desert Hour Home

Trees turn into bats
right on schedule.
An hour after the
sun sets, heads are 
beset by silent radar
stations. Give a hoot
and avoid the boot
that stomachs only
as many shots as 
prevent rabies.
Upper desert
mountain home
where bobcats 
play coyote
we shiver on 
the nightfall stone
when light is empty
and our senses of time
are also on the other side
of this giant molten place.