Moon Glade by Gabriel Hemery
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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