North Star

Tonight, the North Star
beckoned to me.
She sat perched
above a thumbnail edge
of a moon,
covered by
the blackest whisp
of a cloud
for just a moment...

but a moment long enough...

The cloud spoke eerily
of danger
while
the North Star
brightly grinned.
"This way,
all is well," said she.

And thus, I followed her,
and now I am home once more.