Shortlist Saturdays: Full Moon at the Soccer Field by Meg Freer
- Jun 27
- 2 min read

Full Moon at the Soccer Field
In daylight songbirds flit in and out of bushes
along our usual trail near the field and crows in threes
sit in a particular dead tree beside the marsh
a side path descends to a hidden spot with terraced rocks
and shade trees where we sit and listen
to the creek that flows out of the marsh
the air turns cool and damp as we enter the woods
where trilliums and trout lilies quaver in spring
and rabbits and red squirrels forage in fall
at the end of the woods before the road
the creek abruptly appears again (I washed my dog there
once after she rolled in some dead thing nearby)
the water rills over rocks turned stepping stones
that allow us to cross and climb through pines
to a granite ridge overlooking a bigger marsh
but this evening a woman with one tiny dog
and a big stick has persuaded me to avoid
this marvelous trail despite the bright Hunter’s Moon
having just related how her other pup was snatched
by a pair of coyotes right here a few nights ago at 1:00 a.m.
as she dropped her garbage into the nearby can
how she called 911 because she couldn’t think of who else
to call (but the operator redirected her to a suicide hotline)
and how she sent a drone out to search in vain for the dog
then sent a hunter with a tracking German Shepherd
who found remains that may or may not have been her pup
so she keeps coming back to this very place in case he returns
but before her story becomes even more involved
I extend my sympathy for her pup and decline with thanks
her offer of the second big stick she keeps in her car
while my mind fills with questions about the woman
and her nighttime walks and about coyotes
and their proximity to residential areas
then I turn away to walk my dog under floodlights
at the soccer field’s edges where a different array of scents
will tire her out while we wait for the team practice to finish
and I hear the woman call after us, “Stay safe!”





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