The moon glade, gathering My stealthy shadow, lighting The wood and me, brightly Flashing in amber glow, a warning Its crepuscular namesake, hiding Cryptically beneath the holly, stirring Its wings a blur, zig-zagging On the waning of the Woodcock Moon.
Gabriel Hemery, November 2021
See also: Woodcock Moon
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