Barn Work At Moonset
By Katharine MacCornack 01-12-2020
Early in the morning when I venture out to the barn to feed, turn out the horses, and clean their stalls, the world is dark and quiet. Silence heightens other senses such as hearing. As I listen for sounds wild and tame, I hear the familiar nicker of expectation and the eerie tremolo of the screech owl completing a night’s hunt. Deer may scurry away in fright as they hear me approach or a waterlogged branch may crack in the woods beyond the fields.
Above, the moon sets, still gen...