The Peaceable Night (of Old Man Moon)
After the winter snows had died down and Old Father Wind had blown the clouds to a far-off country, Old Man Moon would rest out among the stars and longingly look down at places like the Iron Pot Valley and the Hiccuboro mountains contemplating such things as morning breakfast or what the folk of the Marsh were up to in their cozy, warm homes. This night though was a lovely one, and the old moon spied another who was sitting out among the tops of the osier trees watching him. They both sat in their places and contemplated one another as the cool of the night lingered. No words were needed, did Old Man ever speak before? Hmm. That is a good question…
