Celtic Moon
Bathed in eerie
fog filtered moonlight,
creatures inhabiting the old bog
shuffle silently for fear of detection.
Others come alive,
orchestrate the beautiful sounds
defining the night.
Predators await the light
to outline their next meal.
A couple,
resting upon the hillside,
ignore the low lying fog and song of thousands,
enjoy the embrace of each,
and the subtle influence of the full moon
providing renewal to all.
Her light illuminates everything from
luminescent to incandescent.
Nature reacts creating this
scene in tribute to the Celtic Moon.
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