Last Night As I Walked
Last night as I walked up the hill to youI saw a tiny crescent moon above,
Barely risen in the purpling sky,
Meager and lean, like a chewed-off thumbnail,
Embarrassing in its stark impotence,
A tittering little burp of a moon.
Feigning indifference toward this obvious sign,
I averted my eyes and kept walking.
Poetry by Lady Courtaire
Read 499 times
Written on 2021-06-13 at 17:44
|
Ducks |
|
Griffonner |
|
Michael R. Burch |
|
|
