November full moon
So lonely high above
Staring unblinkingly
Wishing to join
The feeding Roos in the paddocks
The parakeets in their flights
The black crows in their infernal racket
Over bickering territories in the forest
But already her pace quickens
To join the lights of town
Maybe tonight will be the night!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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