Artemis Beckons

I heard the children of the night  
in coyote lunar tribute  
under the stars that love to shoot  
final salutes on their last flight.  
 
And geese as well cried through the beams  
that lit the skies wherein they flew  
which by my soul were midnight blue  
just as they are in all my dreams.  
 
But truth be told the crickets were  
the ones who owned the skies the most  
and probably from coast to coast  
in concert insect crazy stir...  
 
to soothe the feral human heart,  
far more... than sapience and art.