DISTURBED SLEEP

A sickle moon;

inveterate companion

of stealthy poachers,

lights twin furrows

formed by tractors tyres

on the cornfield’s edge.

Caught in moonbeams

a cock pheasant crows

a noisy complaint.

His silent mate

watches disparagingly.

Considering overall

to have no truck

with his grievance,

she lowers her eyelids

and drifts back into sleep.