Poem By Newton Ranaweera

Moon peeped
through the treetops,
to a window,
knocked softly
and hushed
to keep his promise.

‘Chuck, chuck, chuck, '
a gecko wished;
a bat dropped
an oozing mango
and flapped
from the backyard;
a curlew
screamed a welcome note;
a door creaked open,
and they
shadowed the moon.

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