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 patient, knowing eyes-

the greatest watcher dwelling in the skies.

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