Hi ho, the silvery moon
A black horse frolicsto
an imagined tune,
rearing up 'neath
a starlit sky while
letting life's worries
pass on by and as
night breezes stir mane
and tail its hooves
tap rhythmically
near a grassy swale
to that imagined tune
'neath a silvery moon
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I cry (November 2020 challenge) [Closed]
Short StoryCongratulations to fender_bender2020, winner of our November Founder's Challenge. Additional congrats to runner ups; NehpatsEnal and lyttlejoe.