Poem By Herbert Nehrlich
And the moon hesitated,
on the way home, at shift's end,
to look at heavy clouds of desert dust
which seemed to travel at
an ungodly rate of speeeeeeeeeeed,
through cacti, laughing at balls of
tumbling spinifex and gray, bedazzled hares,
blinded by Daimler high beams.
It was action that even Silver Moon,
who had seen practically everything
was unwilling to ignore, struth and all,
with sharp and calculating eyes,
and cold-blooded cognitive ability
it took just seconds for the old Cheddàr
to know and marvel at the torque
that put the wilderness into its place.
And for the balance of the morning,
a round full moon was seen, relaxing
incongruous in company to a bright sun,
until, reluctantly, the fuel getting low
Quick Juliette went home to have
a little nap and dream about tonight.