This morning’s sky held such a treat –
A
waning crescent moon.
I
followed it while walking
But
it disappeared too soon.
At
first it hid behind some clouds
But
then, as daylight came,
It
disappeared from view, like when
An
art thief leaves the frame.
When
luck and circumstance combine
To
bring before my eyes
A
perfect crescent moon, it is
The
loveliest surprise.
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