I would never admit it,
but you captured me so easily.
In the night
under your moon,
I was far too soon yours.

I was perfectly placed for a pick-up
and you found me
like you weren’t even looking.
Maybe your eyes were peeled
for some other kind of target
and I was just easy pickings.

I wasn’t hard to catch.

But I guess the easy ones are no challenge
and can be thrown back
if not satisfying
by any standard you could choose.

That would explain
why I’m still out
at your old hunting grounds
night after night
under your moon
seeking to be caught again.