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THE
MOON'S AGREEMENT
Elizabeth Gerringer
The sun lends lazy fingers across the meadow
Waits for approval
Then invites the moon for a dance
Birds refuse to sleep
Especially owls and their cousins
Who converse in the moonlight
Creating a language of chance
Or by special design
And only they hold the roadmap
The silence becomes loud now
And creates a special tune
From inward glance |