Ducks flying under celestial ceiling
Tonight I saw a beautiful sight: a flock of ducks flying south in the bright night of a nearly-full moon high in the sky. I could hear them cheering each other on as they wobbled in their graceful way, changing places in excitement. They rode the evening wind far above the trees while Mars added its brightest jasper-shine to help them. He was visiting the moon, only two fingers away, and had a slow twinkle brighter than any star.