Was I Part of This?

A dark night had come
Cold dry winds; brave, calm
Hard thought of the day
As I lay my sense to stray
My soul has sought far and wild
Soft words broken and soothing
Bold with strong- steeled grasp
When deep down, ladened joy abide
And to me a Dream lay in secret
Two heavy eyed crickets creep out
Sold out their hearts to the moon
Which stood waiting for the bout
The tiny ants first marched in, proud
The Horned Owl safe in his crag
Making sure his teary eyes close not
The vampire bats soar meekly
Up the darkness in expectation
All cared for nothing
There was a celebration down there
Down the little Faun land
A feast of the Forest mats
Something real and daringly ecstatic.

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