• Its cold in the forest of never ending green behind me.
    The air smell sweet like a dancing cherry blossom falling from its branch...falling fast and fast... until it reached the hard, cold, ground.
    I look into the darkness of the night that made it seem that even the wisest owl could get lost in and never return to its family.

    I hear my brothers, sisters, and friends howl and roam into the night hunting for there prey.
    I was different from them by looks, attitude, and... dreams.

    While staring off the cliff that seemed bottomless and will lead me to my death if fallen off of I was scared yet not afraid.
    I did fear death but I know what I must do...

    I stare at the shining back moon that I have been longing to reach.
    It was full and this could of been my last chance to.

    Spread my small and weak wings and take a leap of faith.
    Flying higher and higher hoping...
    To touch...

    Even just for a moment....

    The Black Paper Moon.