In the waning moonlight,
A piercing howl broke into the night.
Wings beat furiously in the air,
Thudding in sync with my nervous heartbeat.
Submerged in the darkness of the woods,
I stood stiff and still.
Feeling goosebumps tricking down my nape,
I could not yet run.
Hands in the button.
Keep still.
Your hands are my eyes,
My gut feeling never lies.
Erratic Behaviour
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