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Night

Small crickets chirping Wonder what may be lurking Gentle limbs bristle The wind a lunar whistle Moonlight from above Casts shadows to below A distant howl of wolves Their intentions may be cruel A few croaks from a pond When you look for them they’re gone The beauty of the night Until broken by the dawn

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