I catch a glance,
your light glow
between brick chimneys.
Oh moon. You speak to me.
In words of hope,
in soaring heart moments,
I adore the images you paint in my head.
Oh, moon you make
every night a playgrou
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Get off my keyboard!
Oh great, now I'm gonna have to delete.
I take it somebody is bored?
What do you mean you want to eat?
I've literally just fed you!
Leave my feet alone.
Oww. Ow. Okkk...
I get it I'll play.
Oww OK. Shit. I won't then
That really stings.
You've drawn blood
and I'm sure I used to have
some skin covering.
What are you staring at?
I'm home alone
It's just you and me cat.
So why are you staring at
the corner of the room like that?
OK stop it now,
I'm starting to freak,
was that a creak?
Wait...
Where have you gone...
Every room light on,
nowhere. A cat-less
clear atmosphere
what is happening here.
Is there some void
to another universal stratosphere,
or a hole into a dimension
just next to ours.
Oh shit
you made me jump.
From where did you appear?
I've searched every room
top to bottom,
three times.
Now all of a sudden you are here,
Like a ghostly vapour
liquid flowing through
the cracks of the room.
I was sure I was writing
a poem about the moon.
Thanks for reading
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continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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