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Daylight has dwindled as
The Sun has closed its eyes
Here the Blue Moon has risen
High to a throne of endless skies
The stars are its minions
And brilliant they dance aloud
Like a million sparks of light
Glimmering through fading clouds
And perched high atop
The ancient sacred tree
The wisened owl awakens
And screeches caution to flee
Leaves rustle as the nocturnals
Skitter, scamper and fly
And from the dark shadows
The Wolf howls its lonely cry.
Gretchen Leary