Autumn equinoxes’ presence known
and day creeps away far too soon.
When daylight slips to parts unknown
and we look to the light of the moon
To comfort when the chill mist swirls;
when small warm-blood things shiver in
hope they’ll not be found by hunters
that glide so silently through the ink.
Ears attune to whoosh and snap; and
gumdrop hearts beat loudly in tiny chests.
A crow calls, echoing as death knells.
Maria is hosting an October daily prompt. Please join in with your poems, artwork, etc. Today’s word is spooky.
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:D spooky! Love it Li! :-)
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Thanks :)
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Oh, I love this. That owl flying in is beautiful and the poem really gets into the spirit of the season.
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Thank you, Maria :)
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The chill seems to permeate everything. (K)
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It doesn’t take long.
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Well written Li.
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Thank you, Sadje :)
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You’re welcome
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The last line A crow calls, echoing as death knells is my favorite…
I’ll never forget your last year’s story.
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Thank you, Max. I really enjoyed writing that story last year. I was getting into it. I should do that NaNoWriMo or whatever they call it this year.
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I really liked it Lisa…it should be published…it was like a lost TZ movie.
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One of these days, I’ll polish it up and try to find the right publication to submit it to. When I was younger I read these little sci fi digests with stories like those. Some of the big names in sci fi were in them.
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It’s good enough…don’t ever think it’s not. I was looking forward to the story every day.
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<3
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Chilling. Owls are mighty nocturnal hunters!
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If I was a mouse or rabbit, I wouldn’t want one coming for me in the ink!
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