a cross between a "Lawless" Sonnet and Blank Verse
Oh, October, you fickle feline A silenced garden holds its breath Rose petals tremble in your chill Maples bedecked in hoar frost white Soft clouds rise from long idle chimneys Cold worms wriggle ‘neath softening leaves Squirrels draw maps of hidden treasure Sparrows skate on the ice crusted bird bath Oh, October, you stealthy creeper Your shadows book flights for the geese Scar-faced pumpkins snarl as you pass Knowing your demons will soon arrive Yet still you quietly purr A harvest scented song upon cool winds
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