Shadows
Beneath the moon in perfect rhythm
The shadows cling and move as one
A paragon of scissored arms and legs
Around the forest until they’re done
The Owls hoot the Larks they sing
A melody to cheer them on
The windswept leaves decor so vast
Dark in the night until they’re gone
Ghostly bright from up so high
The moon it glows ever brightly so
Wolf howl far away I hear it cry
Shadows deaf they just continue to go
Copyright © Kelli White | Year Posted 2020
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