Venus in transit, the sun is setting. But night on the Texas plains will not cool June. Perhaps she does not care that the window is open; the urgency of the moment cannot be quelled. There is a lamp on the nightstand, but it too must wait.
on the horizon, a cat
steps from the shadows
While outside they gather in droves, not knowing why; except they are drawn to this place - where light pools in circles on the pavement. They rise in stridulant dance, songs to hasten the fall of night.
Whetstone: Part fantasy, part astronomy, part direct observation, part wishful thinking.