A parliament of rooks discuss the gentle gibbous moon.
"It will be waxing full," they say, "very, very soon."
The moon appears before it's dark, floating in the sky.
"It does seem strange to see it move, yet know it cannot fly."
In treetops' parliament the rooks see nothing to debate.
Consensus through shared narrative is all their daily prate.
© Celia Warren 2022