A Night under the Moon

Leaves stir in the soft cold breeze

As it whispers the sound of distant songs.

The spindly birch trees slightly sway

Like drunk girls out for fun under the night sky.

Shadows leap and dance, growing and melting

Kindred to lil kiddies out to play.

Far into the forest, where song does not reach

A clearing, alike to a town square peacefully awaits.

The moon rises above, beckoning towards the clearing

Shining, glimmering, leading the way.

Like moths to a flame, the forest follows

Breathing life into the silence.

The owl hoots, the wolves provide the vocals

The mice and rabbits come out from wary holes.

Forgetting animal ways, they gather at the clearing

Crickets at last with strings

Bringing together the forest orchestra

Under the spotlight of the moon.

The trees sway with melody

Onlookers skip and dance

While the shadows skirt the edges,

Trying to get a glimpse of the festivities.

As the night ebbs away and dawn returns

The tired musicians retire from the clearing

Not returning to their song until the next year