Pumpkin moon

Dark, torchlit walk,

Ancient trackway,

Cows black shapes in the darkness,

Eyes reflecting the light,

Rabbit holes, uneven pathway,

Stones move underfoot,

Gasps and giggles as she turns her torch beam left and right

Walking up the hill towards the beacon,

Fields a blanket of shadow around us,

Lying down to look at the stars

As if we are lying at the top of the world,

And the heavens are spread out below us,

Celestial pathway through the night sky,

As the sky drops away into nothing, the abyss.

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