Grave Yard
Trees shed their leaves to take a bow at night,
Where silence reigns like a king without throne,
Birds perch on the cross on grave from twilight,
Eyes scary and waiting...~they are alone,
Waiting...for the next one to be brought here,
Darkness playing tunes that the coast is clear.
9-29-2019
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