Mysterious Night

Looken at the night sky
The moon maken light
Of troubles below

So high up there
You are safe
In these woods it is not

Wolfs are chasen me

Reviews

[TLK]

You skewer the poet's loftiness with an abrupt collapse into the immediate. And, in the immediate vicinity, wolves are chasing you.

[Bjarte Knutson]

Thank you. Yes, it is very hard to have pretention when wolfs are wanten to make you their supper!