By the light of the moon
as it catches the tips of her fur
she waits, sniffing the air
what danger lurks near her
hardly visible among the trees
silent as she stands there
in her thick brown coat
warmed by each think hair
as an owl hoots in the distance
she moves into the night
time to snuggle down and sleep
she`ll hunt in the morning light.
(C) Lissie Bull 2022
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