Night
Small crickets chirping
Wonder what may be lurking
Gentle limbs bristle
The wind a lunar whistle
Moonlight from above
Casts shadows to below
A distant howl of wolves
Their intentions may be cruel
A few croaks from a pond
When you look for them they’re gone
The beauty of the night
Until broken by the dawn
Copyright © Harmony Lane | Year Posted 2023
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