Cresent Moon and Orion's Belt
As fog coats the trees 'pon the hill
And crickets voices resound
A coolness presses on being
An eerie feeling now found
Could it be the two animals
'Pon my lap playing games
Or the raven cawing warnings
As the sun rises again
Early this morn a cresent moon
Close to Orion's Belt
Graced the sky above me_the fog gone
Stars so close their heat felt
This day has hopes of being great
Filled with awe all around
From singing of the Mockingbird
To the dew 'pon the ground
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
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