Slowly, Silently Now the Moon

Slowly, silently, now the moon

Is following me in the sky

I wonder how much the old man sees

When I am walking by?

And does he see the owls at night

Fly through the darkening sky?

And does he see the hummingbirds’ nests

In the sycamores and the pines?

Slowly, silently now the moon

Is watching migration swing

Into the fullest feathered night

As all the birds take wing,

Back to summer breeding grounds,

Back to cooler climes,

Where mating and nesting are soon begun

In the sycamores and the pines!

~Kathie Adams Brown (April 2, 2013)

NaPoWriMo2013 Day 1