At golden-hour dusk, a small white ghost sits low in tall autumn grass, a few orange petals clinging to its hem. At the right, a black cat sits in profile, a soft dark silhouette with a curled tail, looking toward the ghost while a thin golden crescent moon floats in the sky above and between them.

Streaky clouds of peach, apricot and faded lavender glow over a low, rolling horizon of dry orange, rust and umber grass flecked with tiny wildflowers. The oil painting is soft and loose, with directional palette-knife and bristle strokes in the sky, thick buttery paint on the ghost's sheet, short dabs in the grass and linen weave showing through.