Bright Owl

The moon it hung bright,
And the stars were alight,
And wind sighed over hill, grass, and tree.
And in houses we slept,
Safe and sound in our beds,
Outside Dark Park woke fey and woke free.


Colours to black did run,
Form and shape were undone,
The air clutched and cut like a knife.
And reaching into our world,
With a twist and unfurl,
Hidden creatures were stretched into life.

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