He makes a full circle with his head
Eyes glowing in the moon's light
Bright yellow iridescent spheres
looking deeply into the night
Perched on his branch
Who? Who? he asks of me
as under his branch I walk
oh a conversation we?
Ruffling his feathers
he spreads his large wings
then looking at the sky
Who? Who? he sings.
The full moon hangs above
piercing the darkness with vieled light
Who? Who? he calls
tis a glorious night.
In one fell swoop he is gone
silhouette gliding in the moon's glow
higher and higher he climbs
the wind tossing him to and fro.
He settles in a tall pine tree
looking to see where he has been
Who? Who? he cries to me
When the full moon rises we'll meet again
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Author:
irishred (
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Comments1
Great work and keep to it
Thank you. I enjoyed yours too.
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