Fantastic Beasts 1 – Thestral


Long and slender,
I see it stand,
looking around,
Delicate without a sound,
It is coming for me,
But I do not run,
It’s long wings pass me,
With barely a wisp,
Before it bucks,
And is gone,
With the night,
Into the stars.

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