The meteorites soared ahead,
Leaving behind a trail of electric blue,
As the spider wove its silvery web.
The leaves rustled in the breeze,
The eye stared down at me,
As the stars shone with all their glory.
Nocturnals creatures,
Out they came,
Awoken form their slumber to hunt.
The clouds crept across the sky,
The dew glistened on the grass,
As the meteorites soared ahead.
© Michael Moorcroft August 13th 2009
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