Moonrise on Peacock Lake

And the sun went down.
We sat in the twilight
He and he and she and
She
And of course, 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…
…ly

As we watched
The ducks flew home.