When Silence Is All To Be Heard

When the phosphorescence glow,
And the moon shines bright,
And the sound of the waves is all to be heard,
When then a rustle of sound comes to the ear,
Then all of a sudden a deer prances past the house,
A glorious sight, but then once again,
Silence is all to be heard.
What a glorious night to be seen.

-- by Chickadee --