The Moon is Almost Full

The magpie warbles through the night,
the moon is almost full -
a cold, clear, white light.

A cast of a thousand eucalypts play shadows,
black against silver screen canvas.

Undisturbed by city lights,
undisturbed by city noise,
the magpie warbles through the night.
Leaves chink, leaves dance.

The moon is almost full.

I wrote this whilst the kids and I were camping down south near Bega. The light of the almost full moon was so bright through the tent that we were all awake. Somewhere nearby a magpie was also awake, warbling to the moon. It was nowhere near morning.