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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