All Hollows Gift

Chill in the Air

Dry, cold, whipping breeze

Clear sky, black pricked with light

Leaves cartwheel along the empty walk

Branches reach, snatch at my hair and my cloak

Expanse ahead, a sandy beach

Water, small ripples, no tide

Slicing, flashing, flickering light

A full moon low in the sky

Sweet sound, low mewling, hard to find

Shrouded in shadow, dark as the night, yellow eyes

A kitten calling

Shivering, damp, in the palm of my hand

Wrapped up in the edge of my cloak

Retreating, not thinking, scurrying out of the wood

To get home.


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