Crouched behind a bush tonight;
Beneath the moon – sliver light.
Drew the soul into view;
Cloaked in deep midnight blue.
As stars utter unto the night;
Passed and vanished out of sight.
His lone trespass – a streak of paint
Close enough for one to faint.
Buried deep into thought;
What was it – that he sought?
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Posted for Flash 55 Plus! @ Real Toads
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