Just after sundown in the bright twilight
I was looking at the Moon, a few days
away from being full. On the east side
of the street in a tall tree a squirrel ran
along a branch and leaped out into space.
The squirrel, silhouetted against the Moon,
landed on the very tip of a branch
of a tree on the west side of the street.
The squirrel had found a way to cross the street
without worrying about cars coming.
The Moon shines on stuff like that all the time.
Too bad the Moon doesn’t have its own blog.
Too bad that squirrel doesn’t have its own blog.
When they get theirs they both owe me a link.
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Sparrow And Moon
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