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Ravings of a Rabid Werewolf - Poetry by Wolf - 19. Blood Moon

A celestial gift

This night is here

The Blue Moons rise

Is drawing near

 

With joyful howls

Our pack gives voice

To the Super Moon

All wolves rejoice

 

We hunt and run

Under moonbeams light

Awaiting the darkness

That eclipses this night

 

This Alpha’s mate

My wonderful sub

In the Blood Moons light

We express our love

I know I've only been posting something new once in a Blue Moon.  Hopefully I'll be getting back to writing more often :)
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6 hours ago, Parker Owens said:

I skied beneath this moon before dawn, gliding over silver snow through shadows and broad gleaming meadows. I heard the owl calling on the hillside, but I wished I could heard your cry, too. But this poem puts me right back in the moonlight. Thank you.

Thank you Parker.  Skiing under that moon sound like it would have been as beautiful as the moon.  :hug:

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