GALAH

at dusk we groomed above the little pool
we wandered
we found the crescent moon
at midnight, sleeping, cawing, swinging and
generally disturbing the peace
we woke to gunshot
we cewed, cawed and gibbered
as we are wont to do
and descended on the moonless night
we swept in a single white wave
laughing our asses off
and landed in the tree where we saw,
before,
the moon disappear
and the pool reflect our play

Thanks for checking out my poem.

Did I tell you I wrote a novel? You can also donate some of your hard-earned dollars down below—that’s money to me, for free!

 

Gabriel Muoio

$1.00

 

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