The fire crackles and pops
as another log is laid on.
I sit in the glow comfortable
in my big chair.
Warmth emanates
into the room.
A shadow passes
by the window, briefly
I see it, a glance only.
Silence but for the fire,
it seems to expand
and contract.
The shadow a whisper
from outside, quiet.
A mouse scurries past the fire
as though being chased.
In the tree I hear the screech
of the owl.
I get up to make my meal.