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.