under the moon glow

up the tree
needing to just step off ground
down here is not where i want to
easily lay down some where
right at the perfect tallness to relax
the moon goes out to show its face
high at the bed of fluffy grey
encapsulated like a silver mirror
murky like fog covered mountains
operating at the most silent art of the night
off in the dark an animal hurries away
not looking for anything but a snack
got a few stars and planets winking down
like friends i don’t get to see enough
only want to see this light reflected in your eyes
wish we were here every night
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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