a big moon lolls over the horizon,
vibrant as gyroscopes,
poised as wire athletes,
affronting a gauze dark;
and flashy
a cat moves away, streaking,
the sky white dashing its fur with gleams
mica star glints roof tenuously
a dog stands on some ground,
hesitantly looking about for other beings
the light can surely see us
and there is a hum
but all one hears
is the sea
upon nearby rockiness
and gulls, which chorus
through unsteady nights
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