I walked Clara under a full moon
Through empty streets of glistening
Stone houses shining in the moonlight
That hid people behind closed blinds.
Echoes of my footsteps the only
Sound invading my thoughts.
Reflections from the moon lit up
The street and cars parked at the side
Of the road. Soft transparent clouds
Drifted high in the night sky making
The moon rounder and brighter.
Breath hanging in the January air.
And the street I walked, past the pub
Smelling of stale ale and fags,
Was an ordinary street in an ordinary
Part of Swansea with ordinary people.
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A moonwalk with your dog, nice!