Bugs and critters again,
full moon, partially clear skies
under a streetlight.
I used to dream about getting on a
rocket ship to sail the night sky
amongst the stars,
but it is pleasant enough to
look at the night sky from
down here in the mountains.
One of the clouds looks like a
great big white heart,
the kind one draws when
one is a child.
Now a strange face appears,
like Palpatine.
It all moves away now in a celestial
good-bye
with lots of funny faces.
