Le Chat De La Lune
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Eliza Brockwell, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2009
The lifeless moon hangs in the sky,
Glowing with the last embers of its light.
I am black, invisible in the darkness,
A creature of the night.
A windowsill, a branch, a looming brick wall,
I climb through the shadows,
I hear a night-owl’s lonely call.
As the blood red sun crawls back up into the sky,
I scamper home, as morning is nigh.