Night Shadows

Hats off to daytime art and the viewer 

nude before all creation looking into 

the rectangle that bounds the art.

Light from sliver moon and stars

casts images aground. And rooms 

enfold us in pre-defined spots.

Attention fastened at eye level spans 

elsewhere the viewer would rather be,

unlike the large bird instinctively drawn 

to the source of light dangling from the ceiling.

Or is it a microphone prepared to 

deploy a song as yet unheard?