Morning Moon Memory

That hazy, shimmering time just before the sun comes up.  Most of the world is still asleep, save the fox silently hunting in the tall grass, hoping for one more snack before she heads back to her den under the cottonwood tree. A slight rustle in the branches as the birds begin to stir.  I don't see the fox, nor the birds...but I know they are there, under the pale moon slowly fading in the brightening eastern sky.