RaNDoM

The dog lies contentedly on the sun-baked asphalt road.
The cat stretches lazily on the moon-lit concrete path.
The rain is falling in a light drizzle.
The sun is hiding behind the clouds.
The day flows into the night flows into the day.
The moon reflects and glows, glows and reflects.

I walk into the setting sun.
I bask under the waning moon.
My shadow grows long.
Time for me to go home.
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