by Kirk R Gordon
Friday, September 13, 2002
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Zoned into space, eyes locked
on the single light in the Sky.
A distant candle burning, vaguely
brightens the cold winter night.
A wolf roams about sounding
alarms of howls.
Echo's of an Owl slices through
the cricket's hum.
The century old tree dances with the
Tonight there's a twinkle in the sky
a wolf on the hunt and an Owl on