Lunley hopped onto a high branch just as the moon slid out from a cloud.
"Wait for me! Where are you going?" called Lunley.
The leaves whispered in the cool silver light.
Lunley fluttered to the next treetop, then the next, keeping the moon in sight above the sleepy pines.
"Where are you going?" asked Lunley again.
But the moon hid behind a cloud and popped out somewhere else.
A spray of dewdrops sparkled like tiny stars.
Lunley swooped down into a glowing clearing.
Then the moon slipped past again, higher and farther, and Lunley scrambled back up.
A moth bumped right into Lunley's beak with a soft piff.
Lunley blinked, then laughed a little at the silly surprise before hurrying on.
At last, Lunley reached the tallest branch and looked up.
The moon turned pale, and the sky changed from deep blue to pearly gray.
"Oh," said Lunley very quietly.
First gold light spilled over the treetops, and Lunley understood the moon was making room for the sun.
Lunley settled into the rustling leaves as the sun climbed and the forest woke with chirps and warm light.
Lunley smiled at the daytime sky.
Because tonight, the moon would come back, and the waiting felt bright instead of lonely.
