The Poem of the Night

The stars were above us,
the soft earth below, and the fireflies, flitting to and fro',
as we sang our song, traipsing through the woods, 
casting shadows, long and low, 
in the moonlight, like a blanket,
shrouding us from fear,
So through the darkness we danced, 
and the whispering leaves like a melody, 
our voices a chorus, melding with the crickets chirps, 
the dew drops clinging
to every strand of hair, 
As the dawn came, and awakened the sun, 
we went back to our hollows, our homes, and our dens, 
just to wait until night came again. 

 

wildcat

VT

16 years old

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