A Moonlit Night

Dancing moonbeams shone down cavorting with the playful shadows the lake gleaming with silvery tones as the beams danced on its surface The only sound to be heard is that of a hooting owl perched up high keeping a close eye for its dinner suddenly silently swooping down In the middle of the still lake a perfect replica of the moon that orb of mysterious magic captured for a brief few seconds Then it disappears as clouds pass blanketing out its light momentarily the world now very dark and quiet as if nature herself holds her breath Sliding back out into open skies it hangs there all silvery bright casting its shadows once more filling the world with its light