Monday, February 26, 2007
At Night
It is said that in the night all cats are gray. On nights when the moon is a small sickle in the dark night and the stars burn our eyes this is true. We flow then like liquid shadows through the dreams of small creatures. But when the moon is full, and bright bone white, and moonshadows dance over the earth, we glow golden like the setting sun.
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