Night Ambush Poem by Roy Ballard

Above our heads the night is gloriously bright.
Rain has relieved the fever of the day
and compo rations stay the appetite.
In all its nakedness the Milky Way
provokes eternal questions which are quite
above our heads.

Nothing must give our rendezvous away;
the chilly stars are all our firelight;
the music of the spheres our cabaret;
we are as silent as the comet's flight
above our heads.

We are not creatures of the shining day
but fall from shadows with a hidden might
on foes unready or in disarray.
We do not hate though theirs is not our way
for fighting soldiers share a common plight,
above their heads.

We are not shepherds only wolves at play
until we show the power of our bite.
If angels come to speak they do not stay
but leave among the noises of the night
above our heads.