Midnight in the Pasture
An albino moon
grazes the pasture tonight,
foraging its way
through little bluestem,
through Indian grass,
casting clear light
upon a small herd of bison
sleeping on the range,
each beast tucked inside
its heavy and matted hide.
Meanwhile, a herd
of tiny clouds tiptoes in
from the west,
nibbling daintily
at the Milky Way.
The clouds fatten
as they gobble up
acres and acres of sky,
swallowing the moon without pause,
gulping down each and every
pointy little star hanging in our galaxy.
~ by Cheryl Unruh
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