One Only
Skeletal trees in the dead of night,
Spread beneath a sky in silent awe,
Framing a moon serving her light,
For all to spectacle when outside,
But only one in the dead of night,
Wished to saunter there outdoors,
For this particular moonlit sight,
Maybe not yet the deep autumn,
This moon though shining bright
Has had various stories all to tell
Of one out there in the dead of night.
© gillena cox 2026
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