The Battle
(by my Daughter *, based on work of Erin Hunter)
A half moon glowed,
On smooth granite boulders,
Turning them silver.
The silence was broken,
Only by the ripple of water;
The whisper of trees,
In the forest beyond.
In the shadows,
There was a stirring.
From all around,
Crept dark, stealthy shapes.
Unsheathed claws glinted;
Wary eyes flashed.
Then,
As if on a silent signal,
The rocks were alive,
With wrestling, screeching cats.
* ~age 10
A half moon glowed,
On smooth granite boulders,
Turning them silver.
The silence was broken,
Only by the ripple of water;
The whisper of trees,
In the forest beyond.
In the shadows,
There was a stirring.
From all around,
Crept dark, stealthy shapes.
Unsheathed claws glinted;
Wary eyes flashed.
Then,
As if on a silent signal,
The rocks were alive,
With wrestling, screeching cats.
* ~age 10
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