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The crescent moon in the sky,
The stars of the night,
Shone brightly down the earth,
As the wind finds its way into every space,
Causing the ground to be filled with withered leaves,
And the animals seek refuge in their abode.

On the lonely pathway I was,
Walking towards my house,
The wind became fierce,
As if angered by my presence outside,
It blew my hat away gluing it to a tree,
Terrified, I ran towards my house.

On my bed so tired,
I looked down and saw Caesar the puppy fast asleep,
The cold night has calmed its agile nerves down,
And caused it to slumber,
I thought about my hat on the tree,
And prayed for it to be safe.

The cold wind blew with all its might,
At last the rain came,
Its splashes seen on my windows,
My eyes thirsty for sleep,
So feeble they were,
Sang a lullaby and rode myself to dreamland.

Morning came,
I and Caesar ran to rescue my hat.


Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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