Nebulous

 The stars are dim and hazy tonight, 

A little nebulous, if I may say

The lazy wind that blows so light

Leads the mountain mist astray

The city below dimly twinkles 

Just as foggy as the stars

I can see them, just barely, through the night’s wrinkles

Like a prisoner, through their bars

The rooftop I sit on is cold and moist

As the droplets begin collecting 

I picture myself, the pinnacle of grace and poise

With my hands on my lap, wringing and complecting 

The moon is nigh invisible 

Hidden beyond tonight’s foggy clouds

It attempts to show, a task quite unfeasible

And in the distance, somewhere, a raven shouts