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Night.

 

I am transported by

a narrow orange moon

                and a million stars

                the still cool air

                the silence of the yard

 

I am welcomed by

a single ghostly owl swoop

                over the sheep fields

                the creak of my gate

                the scratch of my key on the lock

 

then

the silent click of a light switch

                ends the darkness of my journey

 

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Martin Elder

Sun 18th Nov 2018 22:52

I just love the simplicity of this poem and the real sense of atmosphere that it generates.
Wonderful stuff

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