cloaked in night’s shadows
swaddled in silence but for the ticking clock
and the gentle rumble of an aeroplane
overhead
glowing street lights cast shadows
on whitewashed walls
as wayward cats slink stealthily
home
comforted by cosy warm beds
and the sound of the ticking clock
copyright © 2019 Karen Horsley
blueskydays365.com
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC
cloaked in night’s shadows
swaddled in silence but for the ticking clock
and the gentle rumble of an aeroplane
overhead
glowing street lights cast shadows
on whitewashed walls
as wayward cats slink stealthily
home
comforted by cosy warm beds
and the sound of the ticking clock
copyright © 2019 Karen Horsley
blueskydays365.com
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