Poetry · Writing

Fantastic Beast

Wandering the icy urban street alone looking for fun. Tail drags along the pavement sluggishly as its eyes wonder the night sky. Blackened clouds surrounds a mustard moon waiting for the mean sun. It stood captured in glory light and shines a fang like a wise guy.

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