The forest is quiet tonight, as the stars
shine down, twinkling with silvery diamond
brilliance. The Moon, her weight full and
hanging low upon the horizon, glows softly
upon all. A soft breeze blows, letting the
leaves dance with shadows upon the ground.

Her tattered fur ruffles in the wind, as she
wanders alone, head hung lower than the
Moon on the horizon. Time moves forth
as Nature seemingly stands still in this
forest, even if for just what seems just a
moment.

Upon an outcropping she sits, staring at
the night sky with sad eyes. She then lifts
her head high and sighs.

Her cry goes out, long and low.

Is there another out there to hear her call?