I woke in the night.
Light pooled in the corner of the room.
A twitch electrified my spine.
I found I had grown a pelt of quills.
Uprooting one, I dipped it into ink.
It drew a fine true line
Sliced the moon in half.
In the morning, frost on all the blossoms.
Jane's poem of this morning!!
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