Night Rhythm

The shore is brushed by water

dark as midnight air

moonlight peeks within the waves

All is serene here

Not a soul does linger

and the space is wild and free

crickets sing in the underbrush

birds asleep in the trees

Far from the shore bubbles blossom

eyes emerge from below

scanning the world of sky and mist

reflecting lunar glow

In the distance something emerges

chopping waves in it’s wake

as the boat slashes through water

the eyes slip ‘neath its wake

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This weeks challenge update:

  • Blog post 45/52 – Just seven left! Sounds lucky. 🙂
  • Writing in the screenplay – Sigh…
  • Drawing – And another sigh…
  • Feet writing & drawing – Done.

Until tomorrow!

~Liv