The Midnight Hour
The midnight hour has come on silently;
along with it, a blackness has come creeping -
a presence I can barely hear or see.
The midnight hour has come on silently
and my soft sweet cat lies down close to me
and purrs a lullaby till I’m sleeping!
The midnight hour has come on silently.
Along with it, a blackness has come creeping.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
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