April 7, 2008
By Simone Weatherly, Tallahassee, FL

like a ghost drifting through the night
A tattered soul dancing in flight
A heart shaped face white as the moon
mouse and vole hide away in the gloom
The spirit of the forest who we hardly see
Flies away with an unearthly shree
as night succombs to day and song birds wake to rejoice in the new light
The ghost fades for its reign is now over 'till the next night
the black eyes close

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