in the cemetery
blood moon shining bright
something stirs
a creature of darkness
awaiting its freedom
soon come its priestesses
bringing with them candles, incense,
and knives.
the girls who cared so deeply for the beast contained
pull a feast from their bags
and eat with her.
soon she is free,
and blesses each with a kiss.
then she is gone,
to seek the wind.
Posted in response to the challenge Ceremony.
winter's coming on fast-
better chop enough wood.
pluck the last fruits of the harvest-
then say goodnight to the garden,
resting under a blanket of leaves and love.
In the vet's office.
My bunny, sedated.
They are coming soon with the second shot.
She had a good life. I hope she finds peace.
I'm going to miss her so much.
I love you, Whisper. I'm sorry.
Do you think people 100 years ago, in rural Vermont, looked up at the sky, at the milky way, the moon and all the stars? Do you think they marveled at them, and taught their children the constellations?
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