shifts

Day slumped over, her shadows growing
longer and thinner like threads,
covering her head with a blanket of stars

Night was getting ready, hopping in the car
prepared to work the graveyard shift,
watching over creatures turning in their sleep

Moon lifted his face, pale from being
overworked and overlooked, took his leave,
he shook out the stars from his coat sleeves

____
written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: overworked

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