An evening walk for Moss -
cool and crisp with otherworldly alien clouds.
Quietly drifting in almost still air,
strange ships catching the last of the evening light,
Glowing with an inner light,
these huge voluminous weighty scows
constantly reshaped and moved towards the horizon.
The sun sunk lower, the colours deepened...
Time to head for home, the kettle was calling and Moss had played and run to her heart's content.