becoming shadows
greeted by indistinct bushes and trees.
The moon beams down
welcoming us
shaking off a gossamer orange glow.
We are unexpected
nocturnal visitors
not the usual snuffling, creeping,
flying visitors of the dusk.
We glide gently
through the slightly unfamiliar space
meeting the cool grass.
There is no foreboding here.
The bright half-moon reassures
lighting our footsteps
in the darkening garden
and we slip
shadow-like
back into the building.
© 17 Sep 18
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