A Black Silk Shawl
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As the sun slip-slides down blue skies and sets,
clouds streaked with pink, mauve, and grey pave the way.
And the night is wrapped in a black silk shawl,
whose threads slowly snuff out the light of day.
As Mars and Venus arrive on the scene,
Luna rises to reveal Her pocked face.
And twilight dims, setting the stage for dusk,
fixed within the fabric of time and space.
Clouds of bats swarm out of secluded caves
to feast on moths, snatched right out of the air.
And while ebony shifting shadows merge,
yellow eyes within the gloom seem to stare.
And the hoot of a lone owl can be heard;
as the lines between day and night get blurred.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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