The Night
Penelope, Age 9, Charlottesville, VA
                      The night is finally upon us
the hot wind starts to
blow. The yellow eyes are
staring, as you walk by the
grove. There is a rustle in a
nearby bush. You stand as
still as a tree waiting for its
leaves. The moon is like
brass on a summer night.
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