In the evening, the Hadeda noted it.
Shouted out into the dusk, and in the morning
Yelled it to his friends in case they’d missed it.
In the morning, the Guppies knew it.
Their rainbow silver fins flashed
Signals from the sunshine-laden pool.
In the night-time, the Frogs sang it.
Trilled the tune, first one, then more.
Until my ears rang with the news of it.
The Gecko told me in the darkness.
Skirting the walls for the lonely moth,
He stilled himself, whispered, and hid in the shadow.
The Moon was pregnant with it.
Waxing, growing, bright with light
She danced the news along the stars.
The Earth smiled with it. “It’s not always easy
To carry them. Years of two, and ten, and then three score
I’ve had this one dancing on my back, yet could bear some more.”
