Massive ship-building is floating by with velvet rose painted city, teeny gold sparkles, yet brilliance glows through the fog velvet
Young night heron? Beeps so high pitch but smooth continuous tone
When the night heron flies, fluttering fast wings, lil things, white belly, eye mask wraps to the back
Night heron so chillin stiff against repetitive blue moon reflections swooshing
Beeps twinkle around me full circle. Many or one circling. Damp wide grassland desire.

A Treasure Island evening