Drifting through moonlight

Bats all in full flight

Everything in sight

Animals stop in time

They stop without rhythm

Or rhyme

Clouds often block the light

They try with all their might

It really is quite a sight

Just try to read their mime

Their stuck in time

It usually all just black

Now all that’s left is lack

A lone wolf from a pack

Soon the black is back

Everything’s back in action

Everything back in time

Nothing left without a caption

None came out the same

Now they got back their rhyme

One night I sat and watched a full moon. It looked like one of those fantasy book moon pics. Two trees surround the moon. One big cloud sways to and fro making a U shape around the moon embroidering the trees with light. All it needed was a witch on a broomstick crossing the moon. Or maybe Kirby. Sigh.