Watching the Stars
A cricket chirped softly, quiet and calm
Not hurried in singing
His night cricket's song.
He chirped for the stars, as if his soft tune
Was heard by the sky and the stars and the moon.
A boy lay and watched, up on the hill,
His mind full of wonder
As his body lay still.
Imagination soared, his mind flying free
Higher than grew the highest tall tree.
An owl in her tree, awake from her slumber,
Gave a shake and flew off
In search of her supper.
She flew in the dark, making no sound
That would warn any prey, down on the ground.
To a cat in the window, inside his warm home
The stars were a signal
Of his time to roam.
He slid to the floor and, with his keen eye,
Searched for a mouse – or perhaps a stray fly.
A couple in the park, watching the lights
Who, secure with each other,
Felt the whole world was right.
As they sat on their bench, alone with the stars,
They forgot about hate and everyone's wars.
A robin looked on, while under her breast
Slept three tiny chicks,
Who stirred in their rest.
The stars, to her, were a symbol of calm.
In the quiet she rested in wait of the dawn.
The poet was quiet, watching in awe.
He thought about what
Each living thing saw.
He went to his paper and took up his pen
And set onto the paper the tale of day's end.
Dawn later came, breaking the night
And the stars all then yielded
To the sun's greater light.
The darkness now gone with the sun's awakening,
It will all start again when comes the evening.
-Kevin S. Baba