A scraggly branch Is silhouetted Against the face Of the full moon. Sitting regally still On the tree’s limb Is a shadow. Great saucer eyes Watch the land beneath, Patiently waiting For the night’s dinner To scurry by. As the shadow Spreads giant feathered wings And quietly coasts Through the evening air, The ground belowContinue reading “Nite’s Shadow“
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Karen Hein Poetry 