There is a somber meeting
When the moon is full,
High upon the mountain
Where thin air is cool.
We hear them through the ether;
An echo over land...
And we feel the yearning
Of their wily band!
I wonder the agenda
Of our furry friends,
As they gather freely
Where the hilltop ends!

~penned by lynn foust


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