Moon Dance

Silently, the fem trotted down the great meadow. Sweet smelling flowers streaked by as the butterflies flew into midair as each single step the female made. Her light golden hued eyes shone in the light as she walked down. Tail flicking around forth and fro. Back into those golden eyes, they were as if the golden moon itself, so wild, yet, so tame. Her dubbance? Moon Dance. Yes, her ebony pelt as the nigh, the snow white on her face as the stars, her eyes as the sun and the moon. Her muzzle was tilted to face the sky, a beautiful howl turned out from it. Gazeing at the terrain, she saw mountains capped with snow, a large lake tipped with the richest blue, each piece of brush dipped with delightful lush green, what a dream come true.