I remember a night under bold moonlight
where eyes of mother fox and brood, teemed
with captured summer moon bright
some newborn night time glows, it seemed;
so amusing, I sat down to take in the sight,
a glorious blazing moonlit night.
And then came the sounds: crickets click
a large grey owl swoops the meadow and lands,
small furry thing, scampered so quick,
skittering into the tall and silver bands;
a rabbit in the open field so warily peers
and scans over all to see what it hears.
Pallid clouds, hearts of purpled gray
closed the window to a peek through bars,
then pulled back the curtain as if to day
blinding my view of Milky Way, bright young stars;
blending onto the wavy seas of tall ripe grass;
as deer and fawns paused, glided elegantly to pass;
A curious possum waddled near as ever
looked at me in wonder, to his red and back lit eyes
I might have glowed like a spectre.
So scooted on a few snorts as his good byes
A beaver next, so busy repairing his dams;
a raccoon to the river for mussels and clams.
I strode purposely to the gurgling brook,
dipped for a drink of cool water,
and crayfish flipped away and off he took;
hesitate at the scene but do not falter
as deer and fawns sipped not so far away,
a communion of thirsty animals at play.
Unto a night, where the moon shone bright,
spent among my new sweet friends;
beaver, deer, possum, raccoons, and foxed lamp light,
and little furry things that dared not test wits ends,
where owls whooshed and rabbits stood in silent glow;
I found a place like home in a moon bathed meadow.
Posted on 6/16/2007 9:41:02 AM
