The Moon

Moon

A cry stretched the air.
“It sounds like the Moon,”
She said to me,
Her ear studying the clamor.
“Only louder.”
She cocked her head
As she squinted
Into the distance to spy
What was coming our way.
As it careened nearer,
The shrieking softened until
The Moon
Eclipsed the sun in silence.
And before she vanished
Beneath its fated path,
She laughed, “How silly of me!”

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