Eclipse of the nighthawk
Usurper of light
The scarcest commodity
We have in sight
The Moon grants her gift
Yet it’s stolen away
By wings in the sky
That unfurl where they may
A shadow is cast
Where the land should be lit
A thin line of light
That’s encircling it
’til dawn comes anew
And the bird’s reign is done
For its great midnight wings
Cannot block out the Sun
A Life in Poems 