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Awakened in the still of the night,
Not by a noise, not by a fright.
'twas gentle as a snowflake,
As delicate as gossamer.
It touched me as it passed by,
Like a fleeting memory, long forgot.
Sleep became elusive for me,
I arose gently so as not to disturb her.
Softly padded into the kitchen cum lounge,
I put the coffee pot on and waited.
Gazing out at the blackness of the night,
A darkness that precedes the dawn.
The sleeping town far below,
Oblivious to what is on the hill.
Coffee made and back to bed,
Still unable to rest my head.
Dawns chorus awakes the house,
What woke me I do not know.
It was no more, I didn't sense it go.
I wrote down the memory until I know.
© Dave Timperley August 2015
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