The lambent moon shines
over the creek
as the stillness of the night is
broken by the croaking frogs,
the tiny snake slithers swiftly,
disturbing the mosaic of
the fallen leaves .
The king roars far
away,
yet the sleeping antelope
is gripped by fear.
As I look above to
the canopy,
The poignant memories fill my mind,
If only I could go home once again
If only I could be free.
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