12 o' Clock Clouds and on the Street- Moonlight Letters

Light snowfall crowned the pine trees,

Squirrels rolled around in the snow,

Maple leaves flew in from Canada,

As I looked at the silver horizon, ready with my arrow and my bow.

I ducked as ravens swooped in from nowhere,

Their wings beaded with sunset dew,

The temperature dropped quickly with snowflakes in my hair,

As I pulled out an arrow and shot at the moon.

Leaning against a cold tree trunk, I waited for the break of dawn,

An icy wind brushed against my cheek as I tapped out the Morse code on my knee;

My eyes drifted up to a crazy sky brought out with spoonfuls of clouds;

As a letter fell at my feet.