The characters in this poem are: humans of course.

A brilliant moonbeam lay quite still.
It was good.
No cars.

Like the wings of a bird
he appeared
like a sack of rivers.

Growing braver by the second
he was thinking that if only he could
be good for her.

I would love to go somewhere else
a dream said
into the bedrooms.

Then she swiveled his right ear
until it was facing the heavens.
He placed her into it.