Riddle#28 The Moon

Now that the moon is out of a job
it slides over the forest-all those
million still violins before they are
carved-and follows those paths only air
ever uses.
William Stafford

Yellow moon:
amber air alert;
cats’ eye
in the sky
misty message from on high.
I bow, submissive.
(shadorma)
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