“I’m being followed by a....” - C.S.
last night Full Luna illuminated the darkness,
a bird in the trees outside our window was certainly fooled, she sang her song over and over again “Whipoorwill, whippoorwill...”
I thought about getting up to close the window but changed my mind when I looked down into our backyard,
moon shadows and silver reflected light had transformed it into a magic world of nocturnal otherness
the air was still, the stars glittered in magnificent silence, a supporting cast to the moon’s command performance
I climbed back into bed and drifted off to sleep, grateful for having witnessed such rare, fleeting beauty.