I didn't have time to stop this morning
And capture the almost full moon as it set
The atmosphere squishing it into a wobbly orange misshapen thing
There was no way to grasp the shooting star
Or the buck and doe on some early morning date
They were in and out of my life so quick
I could have stopped on the way home
And fiddled until I could show you exactly the perfect line of blue
Then fat full moon as it rose again
But I was too anxious to see my boys.
And it really is impossible to take a photo whilst playing hide and seek in the dark....
So this, at the end of this day so long I am almost too tired to remember how content I am
Is all I have to show for it