Night Archers

We make the same excuses why -
to not disturb a sleeping sister 
or miss a crucial moment on TV.
The truth is this feels best outside.
My son and I have made the flagstones hum 
with our nocturnal archery,
risking the disapproval of women 
who complain that we are dogs,
and shoo us to the compost, where
what we do would do more good.
They’re right to see the dog in us
as we compete beneath the stars,
together, breathing cool night air -
his water arches to the grass,
mine falls shorter year by year.