Still NightStill NightStill Night by Deadmenkil
I walk to the doorway and lean
watching the tree as it moves ever so slightly,
reminding me of its existence.
The soft glow of the moon hits a lonely cloud like a thin, translucent piece of paper.
I hear the one car left as it wanders from one edge of town to the other,
while she prowls the fenceline.
No bugs, no birds, just warmth.
She returns and so do I,
to bed, to sleep,
a still night.
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