The Race -
Across the sky
A streak of light
The moon hangs low
Between day and night
Quiet reigns
The world at peace
Houses dark
Everyone sleeps
A single soul
Or so it seems
Breaks the night
While others dream
No words to say
Music sounds
Running shoes
Strike the ground
Labored breath
Pulls in air
Muscles move
Strength to spare
A distant sound
Flash of light
An engine purrs
And slows the stride
Runner moves
Continues on
A race against
The coming sun
Miles pass
Hills are climbed
Stoplights blink
In perfect time
Rabbits pause
Eating grass
Raccoons watch
The runner pass
Shapes emerge
Black to gray
Stars blink out
Soon its day
Legs are tired
Digging deep
Getting close
Sweat does streak
Dawn is near
Paints the sky
Darkness wans
Runner flies
The final push
Muscles burn
Down the hill
Through the turn
A final glance
Sun stays down
Runner smiles
The race is won
