Standing silent listening to a sky full of moon, lambs lying on dewed grass, I hear a distant late night harvesting combine working in the fields.
Lambs spook and move away the grass rustling, a dog barks, a wood pigeon coo’s it’s last for tonight. The full moon shines
Lost thoughts come out in a moon lit sky as clouds whisper across shadowing the fields beneath.
Lamb’s moon shadows are faint against grass, though the moon is a bright bulb moving through a night’s blue sky.
The moon glows as a faint vale of clouds send a cobweb of shadows across her face.
