Moon Over Loch Ness
Gliding, as placid as a sailboat.
Harming, no one.
Mooning, the business of night.
Glaring, the sight of something awesome —
a barely visible silhouette, shimmering.
Doppelgänger-eyes like moons, in the dark,
could spoil the habitation of Loch Ness.
Nessie nestles into her nebulous surroundings.
12/28/2017
Loch Ness Contest
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
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