The Moon (a writing exercise)
A winking face,
Bulge fat and round.
Whispering reminders
Without making sound.
Witches and goblins and ghouls look on.
As do I.
A comforting face
to walk me home.
A friend with a torch app
on their smartphone.
Drunkards and lovers and fools look on.
As do I.
Today I ate hummous and made friends with a cat. It may or may not be a stray. I may or may not want to steal it and keep it forever…
How do you even spell hummous?
Alice.
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