The Watcher and the Wanderer
and the Wayward Child
walked hand in hand across the Moor
in the midnight wild.
The moon was only a distant eye
that looked the other way.
The Moor was only a frying pan
that cooked the heather grey.
The Watcher kept her eyeless watch,
the Wanderer went astray,
the Child thought it saw another child
and ran after it to play.
Night grew long and the cats all wept,
till there was nothing left
but the empty path across the Moor
and the watch the Watcher kept.
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Prompt: Photography of TALON
Image: Photo by TALON
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