Everything is black as yet;
the night sky’s a darkish blue
A few stars are breaking
through; faintly glowing
Wispy clouds bedeck this
evening’s birth
Slowly she rises up into the
velvet skies
Glowing as she skims the
tops of the Eucalypt trees
I am still doing the washing
as the crickets serenade me
Too much to do before I give
in
I watch; mesmerised as the
darker clouds move into focus
Smothering the moon’s bright
glow
I am hanging out the third
load now and
As I look up I see the
darkness growing
Covering up the moon; like a
miasma
Hovering around like a huge
dark angel!
From behind the garage; the
gum tree’s branch
Looks strangely eerie; like a
bony hand; stretching out
I watch as all slowly
changes; the rising moon
Escapes those evil clutches
and glows brightly once again!
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