The honor of your presence has been requested
at
The Moonlight Ball
Follow the flakes of silver that sway from tree branches.
Soft, pewter grass spreads over the path, waiting to caress you feet and shins.
Come barefoot.
You’ll hear crickets and frogs as they tune their instruments.
Tonight they are playing the classics.
An owl, with his subtle finesse, will announce your arrival.
At the edge of a pond you will see your hosts.
They’ve been expecting you.
Would you care to dance?
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