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
Copyright © Kechi Odibi | Year Posted 2013
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