wolf moon.

a howl and a growl as the hours go by,

and the trees they all sway in the whisper of the night,

the shadows they curve as they swerve when the wind passes through,

enchanting, gasping, at the size of the wolf moon.

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carry bag,  leaves, they glide along water,

and the droplets they frost over in the cold of the night,

the reflections sit and they glitch on the top of the pond,

animals wake, because it is happening soon,

the sight and

the sound

of the new wolf moon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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