I had no need of artificial light,
My old friend, Moon, was enough
To Illuminate the well worn path to my horses.
I was welcomed softly forth,
By the soft nickers of the horses,
And our resident barn owls cooing hoots.
They soothed my sprit and they charmed me.
I wonder if the moon and the owl keep track of us,
Our comings and goings in his world.
Sure seemed possible to me,
With the owl high in the tree,
And the full moon following me,
As I wound down the mountain to my work.
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