I know that you’re trying to portray
This scene at the fag end of day,
But I think that you might
Want what’s left of the light,
So make haste, let’s have no more delay.
The tide’s coming in rather fast,
This photo may well be your last.
Set me back on dry land,
Plant my feet in the sand
Ere the beauteous moment has passed.
The sun is now sinking apace,
It’s so dark you can scarce see my face.
There will only, quite soon,
Be the weak light of moon
To attempt to illumine to the place.
It is forecast that in this locality
The moon will eclipse in totality.
If it’s as I recall,
You won’t see me at all.
Does your phone offer flash functionality?
This was written in response to Kreative Kue 210 published on this site.