Crescent moon
Yellow in the sky
Flocks of fat clouds
Scuttle on by
A backdrop of navy
That mirrors the ocean
The stars are so close
You can almost touch them
Towering trees
With the owls for company
Swaying along to
The stars' silver symphony
Slim shadows dancing
With the sparkling fey
Pixies darting about
Since the sun's gone away
Vampires teeth
Glistening in the dim light
The werewolves promising
A great party tonight
Faeries singing
Their voices like bells
Mermaids gossiping
And slapping their tails
The breeze drifting by
Whistling its tune
The dark world alive
Under that yellow moon.
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
