It was hours past midnight
yet no closer to dawn. The
furious moon tries to stifle
a yawn. Animals gather,
puzzled and confused,
they call up to the sky,
Why has sun not appeared? 

Before moon can answer
sun strolls into view,
rising and stretching
she sluggishly shines.
No apology offered
Moon scowls, unimpressed
then sulks from the sky
to bed for a rest.   

~The H Word~

#NaPoWriMo2020 Day27

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