I Ran Straight For Home

I stared up at the orange moon tonight.
Minutes before it fell behind dark clouds.
Casting tranqual rays of light.
Other clouds did go around, feeling less proud.

The silloute of a pecan tree's branch hung low.
Pressed hard and dark against the nights sky.
The making of a picture perfect honest photo.
In the distance I heared barn owl's screech and cry.

A simple and solomn walk down the old covered path.
No light is needed to see the way to the road.
I almost tripped while I walked and I laughed.
Hearing movement in the nearby woods, I stooped low.

My heart was beating hard and fluttering very fast.
I felt scared like a young child walking at night alone.
What ever it was really took its time to pass.
When the time was right,1,2,3, jumping up.....I ran straight for home.

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