Fall and decline

Decay is automated nighttime process
Under a moon falling foul of ringed clouds
Bearing no rain,a belied promise, a tease.

The bird fell to be decay’s show-piece
But is inside curiosity on a passing beach
With the moon gone , the clouds at ease.
The event does not enter history books.

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