The night is very dark with a slight summer breeze,
A shimmer of moon peeking through the branches of trees.
I hear another’s footsteps in the distance from behind,
Hopefully the owner is a person that’s very kind.
As I continue to walk further, a pounding in my heart,
The moon gets brighter as the clouds start to part.
I turn around as I hear the sound at a faster pace,
Gleefully I shout as the moon lights up my brothers face.
Author Eileen Clark 2015
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Whew! I’m glad that turned out so well at the end!
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Thank you Mae, I get that response a lot on my other poetry sites. 🙂
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Phew. Glad it was the friendly face of your brother. But he did scare me some.
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Good day, that’s how it effects everyone , thank you. 🙂
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