Moon in a tree.

6.30pm, suddenly fireworks began exploding all around us, poor dogs were barking and howling, cats were hiding. Ran out to try and capture some sparks before work, failed. So here's a shot of the moon and a silly poem by Gareth Owen instead.

Moon.

The moon is thousands of miles away,"
My uncle Trevor said.
Why can't he see
It's caught in a tree
Above our onion bed?