In the West

Silken strands of sunburned saffron

slowly paint the silver sky.

Strutting doves stalk dark green grasses,

pulling worms from Mother Earth,

turn their heads to see a black cat

crouch in stealth and slowly slither

across a rotting wooden fence.

the sultry evening hums its silence,

She spreads her damp and hungry thighs

to the kiss of lunar glow.

All embrace the looming darkness,

Eyes reflect the sequined summer evening,

watching stars rise in the west.


Author: moonmaenad

Unskilled Navigator of this ocean we call life..somebody throw me a lifejacket STAT…or a clever and friendly dolphin

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