Waning Gibbous 

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The moon lay looking sideways,

Sadly at the lowly hills,

Knowing the storm was coming.

It probably gave him chills.

His mouth was fully gaping,

Drawn back with deepest fright.

A pale and quiet horror,

Reflecting the ominous night.

The raging winds predicted 

A scary flood of rain,

The turning of the seasons 

His haunted face explained.

© Keely Myles Fall 2016

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