The full moon looks down on a cool evening as sounds of nature fill the air. A spider's web waits delicately for the morning dew. Cows make their way down the lane, their breath visible in the night air. A dark river is referenced alongside unspilled milk balanced on boulders. Suddenly, the speaker cries out to the moon in exclamation, and the moon gazes back as if amazed by its own creation below.

1. Full Moon and Little Frieda

2. ‘A cool evening shrunk to
a dog bark and the clank
of a bucket’

3. ‘And you listening.
A spider´s web, tense for the dew´s
touch.’

4. ‘A
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5. ‘Cows are going home in the lane there, looping
the
Hedges with their warm wreaths of breath’

6. ‘A dark river of blood, many boulders,
Balancing unspilled milk.’

7. ‘Moon!’ you cry suddenly, ‘Moon’ ‘Moon’
MOON,
MOON
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8. ‘The moon has stepped back like an artist gazing
amazed at a work’

9. ‘That points at him amazed’