• The crescent glows, not as rich as the rays of day,
    But throwing a cloak over secrets.

    Though it’s not full, you can still view
    The faint circle completing the backwards “C,”
    If you look for a while, you might notice
    The craters. Splotches of gray on silver silk.

    The rustling of the leaves in trees
    Are the only sign of life.
    Except for the occasional hooting owl or chirping crickets.

    The sparkling stars don’t notice people slipping
    Into the shadows. They could commit a series of atrocious deeds
    Spreading like a virus. The moon would not pry.

    The sun’s eyes observe everything, but the moon isn’t as nosy.
    Its eyes wander off
    Into the distance.