Moonrise on Peacock Lake

And the sun went down. We sat in the twilight He and he and she and She And of course, treatment I. The ducks Splashed about. The peacocks, hoarsely Claimed territory And of course Their mates. A gust of wind A rustling of leaves A Solitary crow Late for some evening Appointment. Disappointment? And the moon came Up and up slowly Slowly Slowly Slow... As we watched The ducks flew home.