Am in a buffet,
laid out in a garden.
a pond besides
the stars twinkle.
The moon is full. Walks
with me towards the table
lights up a rows of dishes
exotic and delicious.
Salads, rice, roti,
potato fries, soup,
and many more. Veggies
being my staple food.
Curious turn towards
the other one, loaded
with fish fries, chicken, beef
The full moon hovers
Fish saute with salt
and pepper floats in vinegar
small and slender they look
the eyes emit no glow.
I take a chair near
the pond, The moon follows
where a retinue of fish
dive and glisten
The immediate contrast
dampens my spirit. My eyes
travel to the dish. Am done!
So does the moon!
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