The night fills empty space with darkness as the young coyotes cry
The air is filled with only the cry of one
But is then filled by others
As if asking to join into an eerie symphony being played to the moon...
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Penguin's Poetry
PoetryHey! It's PenguinReadsWatt here to tell you that I'm gonna try to fit a bundle of poetry into this book cause sadly I have been extremely busy lately! I'm sorry about that but hopefully things will clear up soon! Thanks So Much and Have A Great Day...
