Moon Bones
Bird sky quakes at 6pm rumble in flight past the wires connecting all our information. They strive to meet the bone face of the moon tonight. Will they make it this time? I hope so, for all our sakes. It will give us something to believe in, in times as bleak as these, where the only thing we have to take home with us, is the news we pour into a paper cup as black as coffee, against moon bone white.