The sun, the moon, the stars --
They are all silent. I am sure
That there is a lesson in that.
The deer and the raccoons don’t know that we’re all ordered to stay in our homes. A disease is out and about. No, not for the four-leggeds, out munching in the pale light of a waning crescent moon. Bon appétit, my friends. A night in the very early springtime.