the sun was wet
the sky was white
the moon had come
to say good night
the stars were dry
the deer, a flight
the skyline
coy with lemon light

a flock of deer?
up in the sky?
they have no wings
and yet, they fly

they soar and swivel
strut and swirl
they twist and tumble
traipse and twirl
they weave and wriggle
whisk and whirl

a dance for no one
in the air
and you can see them
over there