orange fingernails claw at darkness
dawn snatches night away
moon hides in terror from
the brightness of the gaining sun
fades to a shadow, his “day” is done
QKJ 19: after all was said,
Write sorta aubade-ish-ly.
I have no idea if this is aubade-ish-ly composed or no. But I’m going to click publish anyway. Just the sort of mood I’m in after having watched the square of kitchen window turn from night to dawn to day.