Silver Moon


We begin deep in a
forest of pines
on a snowy winter night
three bats fly past
I swoop low searching
for my dinner
I hear the conversation
between the wolf
and the silver moon
I see the frosty pines.
Underneath a mushroom
sits a mouse
I fly low
wrap my talons around the little mouse
and glide on silent wings
back to my nest.



Jessie A. M. - 2001

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