Our night time is one of loud insects,
Calling in earnest
To loved-ones, abandoned in this garden's universe.
I watch as stars dance pictures in the black,
And street lamps cast orange
Shadows through my window.
An alley cat glances past -
The Water Bears are back.
Slipping through whispers of ladybirds,
Dew on all six knees,
They dream of days in the moonlight,
When Moss Piglets sang without water
For decades
Calling in earnest
To loved-ones, abandoned in this garden's universe.
I watch as stars dance pictures in the black,
And street lamps cast orange
Shadows through my window.
An alley cat glances past -
The Water Bears are back.
Slipping through whispers of ladybirds,
Dew on all six knees,
They dream of days in the moonlight,
When Moss Piglets sang without water
For decades
Ahmad-Mobeen
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