THE NIGHT BEFORE THE ECLIPSE

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It was a beautiful night,

 Calm and serene,

  Bathed in the milky gleam,

 Of the Moon, nearly perfect,

In its size and shine.

  Everything could have been normal,

                But for the excitement,               

Floating in the air,

About the prediction of an eclipse, 

On the night of full moon.

                  

That a thick dark shadow,
 Would slowly engulf the moon, 

And keep it captive,

For a long stretch of time,

   During its journey through the sky. 

Among  many other predictions,

 It was  feared as well

That the moon might appear blue, 

Orange or even  blood-red

  During the total eclipse.

The air was thick with sensation

 Everyone waiting eagerly,

  To witness the celestial event,
On that fateful night.

All were filled with excitement,

 All except  the Moon, 
Which kept glowing as ever,

Unmindful of the big prediction.

     Wasn't it just another  passage,

One the Moon  had  known  

Umpteen times before

Since the beginning of creation?

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 And  it is my belief too,

       That eclipses need not be feared,
      For they seldom last  longer,

       Than what imagination predicts.

 All we  really need  to do,
 Is remain calm and watch --

 As  shadows slowly pass 

giving way, once again

                           To familiar, gentle moonshine !