#OctPoWriMo 30

The Penultimate poem of the month!

 

Wind blown hair
Standing on the edge
Where night has fallen
Staring at the moon

Orb of silver and white
Bright eye of the Watcher
You call out your nightly servants
Owl, Bat, Fox, Coyote

Owl watches quietly
Secret eyes in the dark
Bat flitters through the air
Guided by supersonics

Fox scampers alone
Nose alert and twitching
Coyotes run together
Calling out in short yips

Blazing silver Watcher
Eye of the night sky
Call out your creatures
Call them out to play

Mooon

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