The first of a pair of poems, the inspiration for which came to me one night [ strange that :-) ] the second poem will appear tomorrow.
Nocturnal - 11 Sep 16
Dancing
with the shadows
Of
the Moon
Playing
catch with the stars
Dreaming
the owls
Having
a conversation
With
the trees
These
things and more
I
do every night
So many of my poems were born in darkness.
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