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Poetry & Prose

Crescent Moon

Oh I love the early quiet,
particularly the predawn hours
when the sky turns steely grey
illuminating the silhouettes
of towering pines.
Tis the first thing I see when
I open my eyes
but today, I was in
for something twice as nice,
a crescent moon hung perfectly
framed in my bedroom window
and the night watchman there
in his hammock of dreams
flickered the lights, it seemed
just for me
I smiled in amazement ,
and wondered if I was seeing things,
perhaps, it was magic of the moment
but I thought I saw him wink .

Sherry aka The Realist
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