What was tonight?

On the not so well lit path home
there was a moon, almost full
three quarters, getting fuller
that wasn’t the amazing part though
it was yellow, and it glowed
well beyond its sky.

There were two skunks,
chasing each other, angry and
making noises, tails raised,
each in mad pursuit
of something different.
They seemed haunted by the sky.

It’s not a very long path
there’s things to look at
there’s thoughts to remember
there are feelings to carry home.
There’s still the walk to fall asleep
to catch a moment of stillness

And to almost feel
The wakening kiss
To roll back over
Smiling, unconfused
Quickly wanting
to sleep that way.

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