Desert Games

And the moon hesitated, on the way home, at shift's end, to look at heavy clouds of desert dust which seemed to travel at an ungodly rate of speeeeeeeeeeed, through cacti, laughing at balls of tumbling spinifex and gray, bedazzled hares, blinded by Daimler high beams. It was action that even Silver Moon, who had seen practically everything was unwilling to ignore, struth and all, with sharp and calculating eyes, and cold-blooded cognitive ability it took just seconds for the old Cheddàr to know and marvel at the torque that put the wilderness into its place. And for the balance of the morning, a round full moon was seen, relaxing incongruous in company to a bright sun, until, reluctantly, the fuel getting low Quick Juliette went home to have a little nap and dream about tonight.