Owls are hooting

The stars look pale yellow

like they are invisible

When everyone is asleep

thousands of animals hunt

In the north sky the moon

is bright white

There’s a sweet smell coming

from the trees

The night goes by very fast

like butter slipping out of your hands

until the sun comes up

By Rhea, 6th grade

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