In the coming darkness I stood listening to the sounds of an ending.
Clouds marched in campaign formation carried by a westerly.
Above it all, a three quarter moon looked on appearing and hiding, slightly perturbed.
Barks and croaks mingled in the distance.
A wet and soft smell of earth floated on smoke.
Threadbare echoes of a passing conversation drifted
through the oleanders and drowned in a rain puddle.
I watched the lacy edges of back lit clouds reach for each other,
miss and move east into the night.
The moon made a well in the clouds, looked down and smiled.
A little girl smiled back and waved a messy hand.
Then the moon closed the curtains and drew shapes from shadows in the sky.
There is a dragon she pointed but I said the tail was too short, probably a lizard.
Silly cartoon dogs with huge eyes grinned at a firefly.
An elf with a big nose changed into an elephant blowing snot bubbles
and made her giggle, eyes sparkling in the shadows.
Lost in the light show
we started counting the stars that ran away behind the clouds.
When she grew quiet we said Good Night Moon and went inside.
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