Mojave Nights : A poem

Mojave Nights

The tortoise in his humble home.
The lizard in his earthly dome.
The crow takes flight in the sky.
The wind allows the dust to fly.

The sagebrush is it’s dullish green.
The tumbleweed rolls silent and unseen.
The coyot’ searches for his scraps.
The desert fox takes his naps.

The mountains lumber on their own.
The Sandy dunes hold countless ants unknown.
The stars twinkle with delight.
The moon glows with beauty bright.

The cool air descends on us all.
The life I know seems so small.
The night moves past at a crawl.
And here I sit amongst it all.


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