The song of the midnight swallow is
Echoing in the forest of delight,
Embracing love in each dying note.
The wolf howls at the pale blue
Moon, and the stars twinkle in
The sky, mirrored by the lake,
Abandons its own character.
The snake hisses as it slithers
Toward its prey and leaves a thin
Track of dust.
The trees overshadow the starving
I am still unplanted.
by Antonio, 11th grade