Dark Night
In darkest night, sleep
Nothing more happens
Wrong. Plenty happens at night
The moon is high and the stars greet it
Along with the owl that soars
Hoot, hoot, it goes
And it swoops down below
Cats stalk and prowl
Someone is wearing a cowl
No way to see her face
Darkness is all you see in this side of the world
No sun is there…
So we all wait
We wait and see when the sun comes back
And in the midst of waiting…
We fall asleep
Dreaming up fantasies that only our minds can make realities
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