On silent wing

On silent wing

            On silent wing these creatures fly.

            A breeze makes more noise than these.

They turn this way and then that, without a sound.

And then they swoop low along the pond

And pluck a bug from its’ surface with one quick movement.

Gliding slowly across the glassy black pond

 They make a gentle “yeep” sounds as they move along.

The sky is clear except for one small, windswept cloud

That barely can be seen beyond the hill on the other side of the pond.

Behind me the near-full moon colors the sky a soft silvery gray.

Golden stars are scattered across the stone gray sky.

A gentle breeze blows across the pond toward me,

Creating a peaceful song with the leaves rustling,

And the water barely lapping at the shore.

A single light reflects across the water from the camp opposite me.

It creates a broken streak of pale yellow across the water surface.

by Mindy Hawk, All Rights Reserved