Moon Shadows and Sun Streaks

Shadows creep out from behind the moon, long tangled fingers clutching deep jars of blackest ink. They tip the jars as they go, ebony liquid spilling out and pooling among the stars, dripping down towards the earth in velvet streaks. The moon laughs, for the shadows are her playmates and she loves nothing more than to play hide and seek with them, rolling in the spilled ink so that she can hide among the clouds. The sun heaves a deep sigh and with weary golden fingers wipes at the ink stains so that they smear blue and purple, orange and red and yellow.