Eastward, Miss Moon prances across the sky,
Chancing upon Sir Sun on his daily fly.
Light from Sir Sun’s gold skin draws Miss Moon’s eye.
Imploringly she calls out, but nothing causes him to baulk.
Pace increased, she reaches Sir Sun, his light blocked by her silver frock.
Sidling up to his side, she plants a kiss on his unknowing cheek.
Excited and giggling, Miss Moon passes Sir Sun, too stunned to speak.
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Sean Selleck
Hobby writer with a love for genre fiction, and focussing on prose and scripts with the occasional dabble in poetry.
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