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The Wolf & Moon: A Fable (Agatha Willowgrove)

The Wolf & Moon: A Fable

by

Agatha Willowgrove

        The Wolf had always been friends with the Moon. They were constant companions, through thick and thin, wax and wane, good and bad. When the Wolf was hungry and couldn’t find his prey, the Moon would shine her light down through the trees to aid him in the hunt. When the Moon’s celestial light was covered by thick blankets of charcoal clouds, the Wolf would sing her a song so she knew he was there to comfort her even though she could not see. When the Wolf was born, the first thing he felt was the luminescent glow of the Moon watching over him. From then on, they had been inseparable and constant friends.

However, one day the Wolf became angry at the Moon because she had not lent him enough of her light for his evening hunt to go as well as he planned. His quarry had gotten away and he was most unhappy. He snapped angrily at the moon and howled at her in irritation. He wanted to know why she did not shine as bright tonight as all the nights before. She used to shine more brightly and appeared grander and powerful when he was a child. Why had she changed? With sadness in heart, the Moon turned her back on the Wolf and left him in the darkness to fester in his anger alone.

The next evening the Wolf was relieved to see that the Moon had returned, bigger and brighter than ever. The Wolf apologized for his angry words and begged for her forgiveness. The Moon accepted, but not before she explained why she left so abruptly the night before. She told him that she was hurt by his harsh words. She did not want him to only wish for the way things were between them as children. Perhaps the reason he thought she was not so giant and grand and bright was simply because the Wolf had grown himself. She wanted him to appreciate how lovely and valuable their friendship was today.

The Wolf heard this and apologized again, driven to shame for the deplorable way he had treated his dearest friend. However, he still had one more thing he needed to say. If what the Moon said is true, then why did she appear so much fuller and brighter this evening? The Moon replied,

“It is not my light that has changed this night, but the light in which you see me.”

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Love Throughout the Year (Agatha Willowgrove)

Love Throughout the Year

by

Agatha Willowgrove

Spring

I love the morning dew as it sparkles on spring roses in the sun. As we watch the brilliant sunrise and know our lives have just begun.

Summer

I love the warmth of the summer sun shining on the sand. As we splash through the ocean waves, hand in hand.

Autumn

I love the crisp wind as it rustles the autumn leaves. As we dance under the moonlight in the evening breeze.

Winter

I love the tingle of snowflakes in winter melting on my face. As we look out over the hills covered in glistening wintry lace.

I love the love you show me every minute of every day. And like a leaf borne on the wind, your love is whisking me away.

(*Artwork: http://yalt.crcna.org/changing-seasons/*)

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A Turtle Named Jack : A Poem for Little Ones (Agatha Willowgrove)

A Turtle Named Jack

by

Agatha Willowgrove

There once was a turtle whose name was Jack.

He was smart and kind, yet speed he did lack.

One day as Jack was plodding home to his box,

Along down the road came a speed-racing fox!

The fox was so quick and Jack was so small,

That old fox never saw the tiny turtle at all!

Poor Jack was helpless, so with fear in his eyes

The fox roared by and knocked him into the sky!

Up, Up, UP flew terrified, tiny, little Jack

Then crashed to the ground, right on his back!

Jack shimmied and shook and rocked side-to-side,

He felt really feeble but he still tried and tried!

He was stuck and had nothing to do,

So, with a sigh of frustration, he began to sing this tune…

“Oh, I’m a nice turtle who’s been really good

I wax my shell everyday like a good turtle should.

I wear my glasses and keep my shell clean.

I’m polite to everyone and I’m NEVER mean.

I’m never jealous although I AM green.

I respect my father and treat Mother like a queen.

But no one notices little ole me, and that’s a fact.

And that’s why I’m stuck on the road on my back.

But, while I’m stuck with nothing much to do,

I’ll just sit back and enjoy my sky view.

Maybe Toad will come by or my friend, the Hare,

I just want SOMEONE to help; to show me they care.

I’m a really good turtle and my name is Jack!

PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP ME OFF MY BACK!”

With that, Jack closed his eyes and began to sob.

Why couldn’t he be a cat or a badger like Bob??

All of the sudden, Jack heard a cry from up high.

He looked up and saw a hawk that was beginning to dive!

Frantically, Jack tried to move out of the way

But the hawk caught him with its talons and swept him away!

Up in the sky the turtle once again flew

With no idea what he was going to do!

In a panic, Jack did the only thing he could.

He bit that hawk’s foot and he bit it good!

With a screech the hawk let go and Jack began to drop.

Down, down he fell to the ground with an audible ‘PLOP!’

Into a giant mud puddle on the side of the road,

Only a short stretch from his cardboard abode.

With a sigh of relief Jack stood up, brushed himself off,

And began lumbering home, thankful his landing was soft.

Jack finally arrived and walked through the door,

Waxed his shell, said his prayers, went to bed and began to snore.

He made it home safely, though not through the rescue of a friend.

But he was eventually noticed down there, and that’s all that mattered to Jack in the end.

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Beauty and the Beast (Agatha Willowgrove)

Beauty and the Beast

by

Agatha Willowgrove

I have to show her who I am beneath. I’m trying in vain to shed my skin. I would tell her my story, but I don’t know where to begin.

It is so unnatural. I hardly believe it myself. I’ve put my past behind me. Left unread like faded books along dusty shelves.

My hopelessness and haggard appearance have made me angry and bitter. My mind is cloudy; thoughts are stormy. My heart is cold as winter.

But even the iciest hearts can become warm again… Warm enough to love. Surely she can melt my heart, my angel from above.

I desperately want to shed my skin, and breaking the spell is the only way. I am a beast, and she is an angel bringing hope with each new day.

I have to shed my skin until all of the anger is gone. I am a beast, and she is an angel bringing love with the dawn.

(*Artwork: http://anewmonthanewproject.blogspot.com/*)

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The Shire (Agatha Willowgrove)

The Shire

by

Agatha Willowgrove

Green of leaf in crystal sky

Smoke of pipes flying high

Breeze in grass cool and soft

Mugs of ale held aloft

Round doors under hills

Fences wreathed in daffodils

Cobbled steps fore painted doors

Where harry feet walk wooden floors

Merry folk dancing in line

Rafts crossing the Brandywine

Cheerful music drifting on air

Sun beams shining on curly hair

Good times and amber ale

Warm fires and adventurous tales

Working too hard is the only crime

In a simple life in simple times

(*Artwork: http://www.nerdglaze.com/2013/10/22/the-fellowship-of-the-r-i-n-g-chapter-1-hobbiton-turn-up/*)

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The Lonely Blackbird (Agatha Willowgrove)

Lonely Blackbird

by

Agatha Willowgrove

        Silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The blackbird sat on the branches of the giant, frosty oak tree, watching the snow covered valley below with keen, black eyes. It had been a bitter day for the blackbird. He had been able to find no food, no warmth, and no shelter from the harsh winter winds.

        A fox crept out of the darkness into the moonlight, leaving the shelter of the pine trees and winter shrubs. He cunningly scanned the valley, looking for any danger or food. Suddenly, the white light of the moon was blotted out by a dark cloud, instantly snuffing out the fox’s vision, but not before he spotted a white rabbit in the bowl of the valley.

        The blackbird looked up at the stars, brightly sprinkled across the velvety depths of the night sky. The cloud slowly rolled across the surface of the moon, once again illuminating the world below. The fox was at the fringe of the tall evergreens, holding a now lifeless rabbit in its mouth. He patiently looked into the darkness of the forest and abruptly let out a short yelp, then another.

        Three fox cubs came clumsily bounding into the open air, playfully jostling one another about as their mother calmly pranced over to her mate. The mother and cubs gratefully began to eat as the male fox sat with his chest out proudly. The female playfully nudged her mate with her snout as a gentle breeze swept through the valley, sending the snow whirling through the crisp air.

        The hungry bird looked on enviously, and the wind became stronger, turning the trees into a cacophony of sound. The lonely blackbird disappeared, his obsidian feathers perfectly blending in the night sky.

(*Artwork: http://wyldraven.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=72*)