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Invention



Tonight the moon is a cracker,
With a bite out of it
Floating in the night,

And in a week or so
According to the calendar
It will probably look

Like a silver football,
And nine, maybe ten days ago
It reminded me of a thin bright claw.

But eventually
By the end of the month,
I reckon

It will waste away
To nothing,
Nothing but stars in the sky,

And I will have a few nights
To myself,
A little time to rest my jittery pen.

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Poem Invention - Billy Collins