Creature Comforts
Jun 24, 2026
A Poem by Luna Aurora Belle
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It’s the Hoot of an Owl
It’s the Chirp of a Bird
It’s the Crackle of an Open Fire
It’s the Whistle of the Wind
It’s the Sauntering of a River
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It’s the Dancing of the Rain
It’s the Crashing of the Waves
It’s the Clap of Thunder
Standing on the edge of a cliff
In a Meadow, In a Jungle
Listening to the tranquils of peaceful surroundings
To get to a state of Comfort in your Mind
You become enveloped, entangled
You take flight
