Brilliant streaks of pink cloud spike the sky
as I amble down the hill with my three legged dog.
As we return, the pink now dulled, floats below folds of heavy greying clouds.
Venus radiates beneath a bright crescent moon.
We trek up the hill as Venus drops towards the horizon then shatters into splits of light.
Our two cats meet us at the end of the stone wall,
they turn and travel with us up home.
