Doodles in the moonlight
I see the sky dark, gleaming with stars bright, a breeze of air around, making me cold in the night. The tree nearby sways, moving side to side, where a screeching owl settles, taking hide. I pause and close my eyes to listen to that night- crickets adding their score, a rhythm hidden from sight. There’s an intruder here; a lapwing warns his friends that someone has arrived where their darkness blends. The owl or me who truly doesn’t belong? But then appears another patroller, siren-song, of police van cutting through the calm tonight, as bird-guards watching over their flight. I step back through pixelated netting, seeing clear, this borrowed world, this night I hold so dear, A plane crosses overhead with blinking light, another flock, another way to claim the night. I wave to travelers soaring through that sky, whether feathered wings or metal vessels fly, All share this canvas, all patrol and roam, the night stays still and calm, as I watch from home. The moon observes us all with p...