When All the World Is Quiet - Its Too Early Version

When all the world is quiet
And the night is fully deep,
A mystic moon is watching
All the places underneath.
My thoughts like panthers moving
through the jungle, they do creep.
Among the lingering shadows
lies a naked hairy beast…
It’s too early to write poetry,
Back to bed and welcomed sleep.
1/27/17
Copyright © Phil Capitano | Year Posted 2017
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