patterns of light dark lit in shifting moonlight
we may steal through with skill to stealth effect
as we match our moves to patterns in moonlight
as we instinctively match movement to rhythm trees
we may pattern body shape to shadow moving shapes
we steal yard by yard becoming part of it concealed by it
stealth uses lack of obvious cover to glide in plain sight
observers expecting to see no one miss shadows flight
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem