The hazy lights illuminated paths

Where shadows lingered, prowling homes whose bright,

Yet humble lights prevail stars of the night.

My neighborhood draws muddy cats whose wrath

Makes icky centipedes wilt under spathe.

The creeping desert moths are shooed with fright

Engulfed by darkness from the moon, a slight

Reminder of the curse, sick aftermath.

Eclipse is over, cruel moon is gone

A prickly cactus softens, floppy spines

Unwinding petals, waking up to greet

The children skipping, merry little fawns.

A forest made of hanging clothes, and rows

Of trinkets, jewelry shinning from the street.