Dusk
The full moon takes her throne over the lake
Shines her glory over its surface, to its depths
Crowns the canopy
Arouses fresh panic in tiny creatures
prey for owls and bats
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Dusk
The full moon takes her throne over the lake
Shines her glory over its surface, to its depths
Crowns the canopy
Arouses fresh panic in tiny creatures
prey for owls and bats