I heard howling in the desert one night, just one voice, metres from where I slept. It came softy at first, a whimper rising to a moan. A howl that pricked the hairs on my neck and made my heart jump. There was sadness and loss in that midnight song.
The morning revealed this old girl, warming herself in the early morning sun. Just looking for a spot of company.
The Devils Marbles, Northern Territory. Australia 2015.