Whispers coming on the wind moon beam shining on leaves that spin Crickets chirping to this magical night AS I feel the magic begin excite. Slowly I feel the changing begin Knowing soon I will fly again As I turn into a hawk I know I’ll have no need to walk. Up up into the starlit night Seeing faultlessly many a sight The freedom and feeling so very light I know I’ll stay flying all night. I see the wolf pack hunting I see a beautiful doe running Firebugs blinking soft yellow As bats find them and swallow. Night noise I hear so well Owls hoot and the news they tell Sprits walking and flying about Searching for the light, they shout. Soon the six O’clock bell begin to peal Lightening skies show the nights seal Is over until the sun goes down Slowing I fly down without a sound. Coming back to my natural shape Knowing that this is my fate Days go slow as I wish for night Until I can again take flight.
By Jeanette M. Moser June 15, 2007
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