The Sun's Parting Gift

Before it got dark and before all the stars,
I looked up at the sky and saw a slice of the moon
And I marvelled at how precise it was cut —
Laser sharp in Heaven's lagoon.

And I saw the birds fly, the crows to their roost,
Those little black scraps flying up and away
'Neath indigo clouds in a vast sea of pink —
The sun's parting gift to the day.