Whispers in the Moonlit Wild

We tread through shadows, lanterns low, Seeking a giant in night's soft glow. She moves like mist, yet strong and wide, A mother of dusk with calves by her side. We halt in awe, hearts racing tight, Her amber eyes reflect the light. She sways, she watches, then melts away, Leaving us bound by the hush of the bay. - Poem by, M. Ashwin Niranjan