Poetry Collection

By Moonlight

By: Grayson Loffman

The silver moon puts down a glow,

On all things high; on all things low.

Many things were seen by night,

Many things done by moonlight.

A moth vibrates its shining wings,

Each beat as though it sings;

An owl keeps a watchful eye,

Observing the stars' dance in the sky.

Bats screaming for one another,

Searching for their dear lost brother;

All these things seen by night,

All these things done by moonlight.