With The Moon On Their Wings

Wild geese
in a proud V
sailing over the seas
with the moon on their wings

the shadows of them dance
an ominous cloud
of darkness
with the moon on their wings

months later
they fly back
coming to warmth again
with the moon on their wings

they come to rest
in a tall tree
sitting tall and proud
with the moon on their wings

the tips of their wings
flutter softly
batting at the moon
that is always on their wings