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Sep 2012
Dark time in my wooded home
And starlight dots the skies
Mother moon hangs pregnant high
She sparkles in my eyes
The dewy breeze licks my fur
Like tongues through ginger tea
And creatures not yet wrapped in sleep
Play twilight reverie
Though my paws have traveled far
They always bring me home
My muzzle may be gray with age
But steel still backs each bone
I will roam these sacred lands
So long as there are trees
My joyful howls like ebbing tides
will sing down stars and seas.
Just wrote this tonight. I like it, but I'll take any suggestions or feedback. :)
Melissa Hardie
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