Friday, May 18, 2007


.... the sharpest of claw moons hangs in the sky, close behind the sun. The wolf wind howls and flattens our ears with its breath. Cold. Tonight is a night to stay in, curled up and warm, for tonight the storm cat and the ghost cat dance a wild dance. There is danger in the air.
Soon the moon will set, and only the stars will pin the dark of night to the sky. Tonight belongs to the big cat.

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