Midnight show

walking in the street
snow covers everything;
uniting sidewalks with streets
and it’s like walking on the moon
but the moon is at the same time
looking back .

Surprising stars appear
and their light
and the snow
decorate the night
with white light

In the forest there are foxes
sleeping beneath
a cave  in a tree,
life trains them to survive
the same way  it trains me.

No one is out
but the moon
and its light.

No one knows
the snow
except those
leaving footprints
and pawprints
that will by morning
disappear.
leaving no trace.

Snow
is about now
and nothing else
matters
anyhow.

walking on the moon
looking at the moon
at the same time.
Here and there
and everywhere,
and at the time
nowhere.

About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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