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Midnight Black

The moon hangs low in the sky tonight, following my every move. I can’t tell if it means to help me: shining its light on the path before me, showing me the way, helping me watch my step. Or if it means to warn me: making me stop every now and then to look back over my shoulder in weary caution.

The moon hangs low in the sky tonight, following my every move. The trees part, making way for me and my pack, allowing us to pass upon their land. Moss and dirt cover our tracks, the smell of pine lingering in the air. The majestic trees stand upright, the peeling bark not a hinderance to their confidence.

The moon hangs low in the sky tonight, following my every move. I weave through the greenery, shadows lingering under the fading light. I pause to smell, to hear, to see. Nothing but silence infiltrates my senses. An eerie silence, filled with a lack of the usual, not a single sound breaking through, not a single thing dashing across my path. The air weighs heavy on us tonight.

The moon hangs low in the sky tonight, following my every move across a dense green territory. And I look up, following its every move across a midnight black sky.

~ PatBunny

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