Tuesday, August 28, 2007

The Moon

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.

The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.

But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.

~Robert Louis Stevenson, from A Child's Garden of Verses

The moon is just past full tonight. Last night it was a perfect, round orb that shone brilliantly. I was still at school in a board meeting well after sunset when through the open windows came a chorus of howls. Dogs? No. Wandering coyotes? No. Wolves singing at the moon! Keep in mind that this is just 7 miles north of Boston in a fairly busy just-off-the main-highway town. Wolves? How could there be wolves, queried some of the board members, apparently forgetting that we have a small zoo for a neighbor =)

1 comment:

Sunny said...

You are getting pretty good at photography.