Stars vying with each another,
Tweaking their brightness, notch higher,
Each time, Moon moved a tad closer,
Jostling from their fantasy thereafter,
Brightest of them all, calling it a day, from nearer,
But each night, away from prying eyes, countless stars eager.
Thoughts behind the poem :- While each night stars and moon unite, a time comes when brightest of all stars, Sun enters and calls it a day. They separate only to be re-united again and again.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Sammi Cox for running the Weekend writing prompt challenge # 170. The challenge is to write a piece using the word for the week :- Jostle. This week’s word limit is 42 words. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.