Seasonal Instincts

Clear and cold, the night atmosphere
with that icy edge foretelling the
imminence of winter. The dark 
dome of the sky a deep velvet
black with royal blue overtones
transitioned from a day of brilliant
sunshine coasting across a pale
cerulean sky to the grateful landscape
below, while above the silhouettes of
geese brazenly honking their way 
south took advantage of long gusts 
of wind, whereas under cover of 
darkness the hazardous journey of
small and timid migrating songbirds
faintly trickle through the heavens.
Guided by the pale silver of a full
moon, night creatures prowl through
the deep coverlet of fallen foliage
resting on the forest floor. Above
can be seen the scintillation of
heavenly bodies, stars within the
constellation home to Earth and its
creatures bound to its magnetic
field knowing no other place but
this, devoted to the struggle for
survival, attuned to the seasons, 
though the reasons elude their
animal sensibilities reacting purely
on inheritance of endowed instinct.