And the moon hesitated, <br />on the way home, at shift's end, <br />to look at heavy clouds of desert dust <br />which seemed to travel at <br />an ungodly rate of speeeeeeeeeeed, <br />through cacti, laughing at balls of <br />tumbling spinifex and gray, bedazzled hares, <br />blinded by Daimler high beams. <br /> <br />It was action that even Silver Moon, <br />who had seen practically everything <br />was unwilling to ignore, struth and all, <br />with sharp and calculating eyes, <br />and cold-blooded cognitive ability <br />it took just seconds for the old Cheddàr <br />to know and marvel at the torque <br />that put the wilderness into its place. <br /> <br />And for the balance of the morning, <br />a round full moon was seen, relaxing <br />incongruous in company to a bright sun, <br />until, reluctantly, the fuel getting low <br />Quick Juliette went home to have <br />a little nap and dream about tonight.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desert-games/
