I have a delight,
the moon clear like the noon sun,
so cool and pure bright.
I have another,
the dark wood of my guitar,
that just resonates.
The water is cold,
and flowing without stopping,
clear with a blue hint.
I cannot say much,
of the three cats that patrol,
that keep watch out side.
Please do not read this,
gloss over it and move on,
don’t give it a thought.
