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Lune For The Moon
 



Silent creeps the night
o'er rooftops,
~in through my garden.


Silver crescent moon
pierces dark
~like a scimitar.


'Whooo goes there?' cries owl.
No reply.
His prey seeks escape.


Puff of black cotton
in a cloud
~ steals away the scene





Form: Lune





By cherryk

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