The sheltering moon
Beneath her glimmer they roam
Free, the wild wolves howl
Tinkle of a bell
Leaping he snatches the bird
Heart beating softly
Within Autumn mists
Spectre trees blow in the breeze
Bend their boughs too low
Time ticks tock tick tock
Shadows curse the chill hour
Deathly midnight, hush
We wake in the morn
Escaping dreams we lived in
As light breaks the dark
Raspberries blood red
Ripe, soft and so succulent
Chilled ice-cream slithers
In the dry still heat
The lizard basks, eyes aloft
Watching out for lunch
Brown dog woofs, chasing
Giddy circles without sense
His tail evades him
Thoughts unwind unseen
Remembering rain-filled days
Where the grass smells green
Eyes turn to the sun
River of blue-black shimmers
On peacock feathers
Ice blows a blanket -
Protects the silent sleeping
Bears that birth tonight
He showers at night
Rippling muscles of delight
Water trickles down
copyright Vickie Johnstone
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