At 4:00 a.m. in the pre-dawn morning
the owls sing their songs
like a call and response in their oak forest cathedral.
A tiny bat speeds across the sky in front of
my bedroom window.
The cat sits on the window sill
watching beside me.
In a few hours
I’ll be at the museum,
sort of my own cathedral.
Yet, the woods are also mine.
A place of others.
The creatures of the night.
Those who do not create beauty,
but are beauty.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Vampire Maman 
Just needs a possum hanging by its tail in the tree (And no, not like Buster would be hanging)…
I wish I’d see a possum. Raccoons come up on my back deck every night. The only possums I see are either road kill or running down the street. Uh, Buster’s friends maybe.