I notice the moon
is pale tonight.
It needs a blood
transfusion.
Lightening-bugs swarm
through trees like
glowing embers, making
popping noises.
I must learn to
admire this world
for being in it
and not for what
it gives to me.
See the wild barn owl
watching me as if
he's never seen
eyes as wide
as mine.
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