Monday, September 30, 2013

The Moon Sits

Thin Clouds move under the Stars. A Few Stars Shine Brightly in Rainbow Halos. Crickets Fiddle as A Mockingbird Sings Praises to Our LORD. Grass Moths spin under the porch bulb. Poor-Wills Pray with the Saw Whet Owl. A Soft Cool Breeze Kisses my Chest. A Wood Roach scurries over the Porch. Cows moo. The Rising Quarter Moon sits Lazily over Uncle Doug's Pines.

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