Spell of the Moon

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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?