[00:31.70]In the hour of not quite rain
[00:38.32] when the fog was fingertip high
[00:49.99] The moon hung suspended
[01:03.05] in a singular sky
[01:47.56] Deeply and beyond seeing
[01:50.77] not wishing to intrude
[01:54.69] Bathed in its own reflection
[02:02.45] the water mirrored the moon
[02:19.68] The tumbling birds have now sobered
[02:26.09] from the leaves of their nursery
[02:37.96] Like shadowy, quiet children
[02:53.14] watching sleepily