Pre Dawn Nocturn
Just before dawn,
gloom thickly laid around your head.
A time when heroes are at their weakest,
when troops turn restlessly in their fox holes,
where lions hunt inside a narrowing
sliver of night.
The suffering and ill at ease
feel a crawling flesh drag itself over their minds.
Then perhaps, a green-eyed tabby cat
leaps onto your chest. You relax into its soft purring.
Then the light slips naked and fresh through drawn drapes
seeking a heart to love.
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