The hesitant moon still not out of bed
a warm cappuccino might awaken it up
snuggled in clouded blanket
tossing and moping over the long night ahead.
Blanket slowly exchanging hands
human beings sneaking into theirs
few tossing and turning
restlessness, the moon and twin birds for company.
Day's exhaustion drugs the privileged
a handful, see their last moonlit night.
The barren tree, crossed it's prime,
sticking neck out for the pair to doze.
The insular moon cloaked in calm azure
fidgety blankets adoring the candyfloss look
the rest tucking its serene peace.
Twin birds disregard the cotton candy above
buffet of breath-taking appetites down below
buildings, towers, offices, malls, villas
each man made outwitting the other,
fast food, homemade food,
oriental or occidental,
litter sending aromatic signals,
tree-top the precise angle,
lunar light highlighting the senses.
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