August 3rd

It was on the third of August Late in the evening, moon so high No other moonlit night will be a waste I promised, packing my gear with a sigh Trotting along, the moon leads the way. In an open space, I set my net and gear The grasses dazzling as the branches sway Gazing at the stars, a song to hear The night so temperate and so beautiful Sending me to slumber with its lullaby Dazzled by the beauty, my heart joyful Intended to watch but now I stray As my promise again I could not fulfill, I know your decoy will always be a thrill