Moon cries blinded, by the veil you ill timely provided.
Owls do not appreciate the pranks you create.
Nights comes sooner but you throw sheets of water over.
Soon and colder than anyone can bear, they are hit by pales of water you prepare.
Out on paths you muddle and puddle the earth, you make deer slip as they skip through the dirt.
Out in the night the rumbles and lights, fill tiny creatures with fear and fright of the night.
Now you joke but soon will bored fall asleep, until the day you awaken and far from home weep.
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