Underneath the stars

November 29, 2013

It is late. The moon rose hours ago, though I don’t know the time. An owl hollers overhead from its branch in the oak I lean against. Later, I make my leafy bed, warm in summer, though growing colder now. This is where I sleep the best, underneath the stars.

(see below for the fifth letter in the FIFTY WORDS SEARCH)

 underneath the stars

** today’s letter is H

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2 Responses to “Underneath the stars”

  1. Has a kind of poetry feel to it

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