Beware
Night is growing bolder, reaching into day.
In the amber light mocking shadows play.
Howling winds grow stronger--see the branches sway.
Trembling leaves cling but soon are torn away.
In the amber light mocking shadows play.
Outside the fire’s glow something stalks its prey.
Trembling leaves cling but soon are torn away.
In the chilling darkness, what do the whispers say?
Outside the fire’s glow something stalks its prey.
Howling winds grow stronger--see the branches sway.
In the chilling darkness what do the whispers say?
Night is growing bolder, reaching into day.
October 16, 2019
Copyright © P.S. Awtry | Year Posted 2019
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