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Spell of the Moon
Owl floats through the midnight wood
His terrible voice.
Small creatures alive on the ground
Keep still as ice,
Afraid their bones will be snapped
In his talon's vice.
But the moon hangs in the air,
In the tree's arms,
And she throws on trees and ground
Her silver charms,
Healing the fear of the dark
And night's alarms.
The fox to his lair in the dark
Through shadows will slip,
The shrew and the mole and the vole
To safety creep,
And the moon rides silent and high.
And the wood's asleep.
~ Leslie Norris
I love the imagery in this poem, especially the moon in the tree's arms, with her silver charms -- it gives me goosebumps! I also love the sound of this poem when it's read aloud, particularly all the "s" sounds in the first stanza. And I like how Norris tells a story in just three short stanzas. How about you? Do you like this poem? What do you like (or dislike) about it?