While the sun in this hemisphere still shone
He liked to be where her rays could warm his bones.
If the day was cloudy, he’d still hang around,
With hope that a break in the clouds might be found.
But when the sun left this hemisphere, bringing on the night,
All hope of receiving radiated warmth faded with the light.
But the night time is music time in his world,
So he went in search of a score to unfurl.
©2015 H.K. Longmore
Musings of a Kunderian Monster 