Singing loon at midnight

Beneath a crescent moon, the cool breeze
stirs smoke from the embers of a dying fire --
Through the night, he sits quietly beside the fire's glow
watching stars disappear, swallowed
by the same black cloud that swallows moons

i like

i like it. almost want more of it...

thanks

thanks

I'll second that

short but very sweet.

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