At 5:30 a.m. the moon sat behind the oak trees, large but hiding from me. I see you.
I imagine the Werewolves were celebrating. We took the dog for a walk. She ran and drank from the fountain at the school down the street. She even kissed a friendly cat who always comes out to greet walkers.
I watched Ghosts dancing in the field under the oaks and the bright moon, with no music except the quiet of the night.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman