i was one my walk home once, the frost burned and nipped at my skin, pulling my black leather gloves closer to me - a gift from you (like i do to you), and my long white scarf which i knitted myself, sewing small gemstones of parts of me into the material.
i came to the small green by the turn in the road, and there i saw a stray dog. it was a labrador to be exact, pretty elderly, with cream-coloured white fur. it didn't notice me and my knee high boots coming to a complete halt, silent ike a snake, for it was too busy sniffing in nearby shubbery. tonight was bold and starry, with what i swore millions, soothing down their glowing beams onto us, blessing us less worthy than them.
but what i noticed over the dog, including his unusual white, oily looking fur, was how the moon shone down on it, one perfect beacon from the Heavens placing its light pride of place on the dogs back. the dog sniffed and poked at the bushes slowly, like he knew, like he acknowledged all of this in the same silent manner the moon had. us humans don't deserve such a moment of radial grace, and even has my flames of red hair blew in the wind and my lips pouted on autopilot from the cold, i knew i too, did not deserve this.
the dog disappeared into the shrubbery and i saw the next breath i exhaled form a knight in white armour into the air, valiantly following the dog into its new adventure.
from that i knew, that one day too, i would deserve the moons graces.
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