on the edge of darkness.
feline grace beholds,
the little things of nightime.
scrabbling away.
the nose quivers.
pupils dilate.
questing ever questing.
tree boughs, creak and pop
then silence once again.
as the moon reveals,
the tide upon the rise.
nocturnal beings found,
bathed in silverlight.
unworldy and archiac,
in days bright colourings.
but some how, realistic,
in the nightime setting.
faded but majestic.
clothed in monochromes.
different not pathetic.
darkness is their poem.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 3:35 AM UTC
on the edge of darkness.
feline grace beholds,
the little things of nightime.
scrabbling away.
the nose quivers.
pupils dilate.
questing ever questing.
tree boughs, creak and pop
then silence once again.
as the moon reveals,
the tide upon the rise.
nocturnal beings found,
bathed in silverlight.
unworldy and archiac,
in days bright colourings.
but some how, realistic,
in the nightime setting.
faded but majestic.
clothed in monochromes.
different not pathetic.
darkness is their poem.
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