Prowling in early morning
or is it late night, at least
well before dawn,
my eyes seek the moon
wondering its formation;
full, crescent, waning or waxing.
and colour, be it white or orange.
Orange tis the colour
when it rises and on during the night.
As dawn begins it changes
to white, a translucent white
in the western sky
soon to disappear as
the sun smiles from the east.
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