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Where Whippoorwills Sleep
A setting sun singes the edge of Earth,
while receding rays give shadows their girth.
And darkness swiftly spreads over the ground,
swallowing any lingering light found.
Twilight summons shifting shadows to creep
through the undergrowth where whippoorwills sleep.
And Dusk gathers them tightly together,
loosely leashed to an ebony tether.
Liquid shadows begin to ebb and flow
as the day shuts down and time starts to slow.
And the night welcomes the starry skies back;
glittering against a backdrop of black.
Silhouettes silently merge with the night,
awaiting Dawn and Her first rays of light.
Yet, when the moon rises, shadows disperse,
exploring new horizons to traverse.
Copyright ©
Emile Pinet
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