Night
The cold moon hangs high in the sky,
and stars speckle across the horizon.
The wolf in the distance howls, and takes
his place on the high cliff.
I looked around and see the darkness
about me, like a void that raps itself
around me as a warm blanket.
I walk amidst the tall weed, and gaze upon
the rolling hills of the meadow. I smile and
start to run, feeling the cold mud beneath
my feet.
I hear the distant owl warning me of his
presence, and the rustling of the tall grass
swaying from side to side.
I smile again and lay down. I�m cushioned
by the grass below me, and find myself
growing tired.
I close my eyes with a smile on my lips.
The last I saw were the beautiful white
stars above me. And my last thoughts
were of the light breeze that fell across my
face.
And I fall into a calm sleep, with the dark
around me, the darkness that is night.
- Oliver Hanson
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