Moonlight Poem by David Wood

The wood slept in the moonlight.
Fox prowled beneath a starry sky,
Narrow eyes searching for prey,
Mice and voles out walking
Gracefully taking the evening air.

Owl perched on a crescent moon
Looking down blinking in the night.
Motionless it stalked its prey
Waiting to outwit the prowling fox.
Its young gaping for a night snack.

The moon looks on hanging in the air,
Boughs gleaming in the halo from her
Silver charm. Though fear stalks the
Night; Moles dig in darkened rooms
Causing the worms to shudder in fear.

Robins and blackbirds snoring the
Night away oblivious to the midnight
Woods dark secrets. The moon rises
In the dark night as the wood sleeps on.
Only the night shift stirring restlessly.