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Children of the Night ..... Vanessa Hunt
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Children of the Night Vanessa Hunt
It is a starless night. Clouds hang like heavy drapes. I crane my neck for signs of light.
The soft hoot of an owl maneuvers Its way through the city of needles. Pines stretch their arms To catch the intruder.
A raccoon races the sound As it scavenges for odds and ends, The bandit of the undergrowth.
An abandoned nest teeters On the edge of extinction. A dinosaur from months ago is About to return to Mother Earth.
