awakened by giggling from the treetop

morning moon caught in the cedars
coming home in the early light
she balances in the cedar
hanging from her stockinged legs
swinging and kicking her pale feet
I can hear the giggling
sprinkling from the morning sky
half tipsy
half moon at dawn

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