The winds blew gently through the trees as I stepped out of the house. I could feel the pacific breeze thrust airily on my cheeks. The calls of the weaver birds had faded and the chirping of crickets was soaring in the serene night. Yawning and stretching my arms, I walked to the side of the house for a short glance at the sky - looking at the full moon gives a refreshing sleep!
There up in the sky, far to the horizon, stood a glowing red Ball and its dim rays cast a brown sheet across the sky. “What has happened to my precious ball?” I wondered as I glared at the silhouettes of the little birds drifting bravely in the waxing night sky.
I had seen it last month: the whitely greyish ball gliding the horizon at dusk that gently faded in the night black yonder. Then there came the small sailboat; floating flawlessly across the vast sky, and rowing fearlessly through the rushing winds. Slowly by slowly I saw it grow, shining brightly in the starless sky.
More birds had become brave and flew hastily through the heavens. I loved hearing them hum when I saw that diamond ball; it glittered faintly behind the leaves and the music had grown lyrical. I could feel the creaking of the branches.
“This was a few months ago!”
The cool breeze thrust my jowls and the red Moon was in my sight again; “Why is it glowing red?”
I let out a deep breath, turned my eyes from that glowing red ball and walked to the back door. Everyone was already asleep; I tiptoed to my bed and softly lain on the slimy sheets. After a short stare around the black room, I towed the heavy blanket over my chest: “Why is it glowing red?”