Poetry Time
In the dead of night
when wolves howl
when grizzlies growl
Coyotes are on the trot
skunks scurry
‘cross empty lots
When the graveyard moans
the gate squeaks
and goblins groan
Why, it’s then that the Muse
taps me on the shoulder
“Now is the time for a poem
Pick up the pen ~ Unload ‘er.”
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