I get a little poetic sometimes. The moonlight does that to me.
moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry.
Horses are calmer people. They also don’t throw things at cats.
Moonlight does things to a street scene that no other natural or man-made phenomenon can effect. People walk slower, their smiles lingering on contended faces. Horses that usually move along fast enough to stir up...
Go on, she urged. Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.
Now come the whispersbearing bouquets of moonbeamsand sunlight tremblings.