(She of the Forest)
The puppy was not tired yet. I was. She grabbed the rope I was holding, pulling at it with all her might. I had a plan: to tire her out so that she will sleep through the night, not crying as soon as I leave her.
The automatic light went off, exposing us to the darkness. The leaves of the big oak tree were rustling with deep rooted secrets.
The clouds parted.
Moonlight streamed through a small gap in the canopy, onto my face: Artemis, granting me her blessing.
She blesses those who care deeply for hounds.
The puppy howled.