The morning was suddenly
cool.
as the moon lied down
slowly.
Creeping slowly under the
branch as the Pale sunlight
rose on a day that wasn't
numbered.He creap even
slower to a hollowed out
tree,, were he peered out
as the wind blew away the
night,, as the stars danced
our spirt was more.The
beaver slapped his tail and
could be heard for a long
mile..
R