Enchanted Moonlight

Two swans swayed up the garden path last night, and gathered round the pond by moonlight. The gentleman, a handsome bird by any creatures’ standard, followed his lady, charmed. Now she was a graceful creation. Her neck was splendidly long and curled over her soft, silvery breast feathers. She knew her gentleman adored her and she shined all the more under his gaze.

Where the succulent greens and dessert roses opened to the pool, the two swans stepped onto the water and glided in. They smoothed over the moonlit surface, leaving a rippled wake behind them that shook the moon into pieces. Tadpoles shimmied from their algae beds and darted to nip the surface. The frogs at the edge of the pond clicked in chorus. Darker-than-night bats swooped to sip the water and then…disappeared. The two swans circled in the pond, dancing slowly in each other's gaze.

In the dark windows beyond the garden, the Witch stood and watched it all.

Ilonka