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Late night ramblings

As the moon shines And the stars decorate the sky, A lonely owl hymns While the bats fly. Lightning bugs scatter around Like will-o'-the-wisps at night, Without any sound Oh, what a delight! The neighbour's hound is on guard She will not allow anyone to pass, No one is allowed in her yard At this hour, only a fool will walk on her grass. Her howl pierces the air Bringing an end to the silence, She announces she won't share She will not tolerate any form of violence. Across the street, few floors above Two players are taking their turns, In the famous game of push and shove While a tiny candle burns. Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved
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Written by
Sengupta_Tanay
32 / M / India
Published
Sep 8, 2018
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As usual, I will not explain this poem. I think it is evident by now that I won't explain any of my poems to you. I want you to perceive it the way you want to. Happy reading!

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#owl#hound#night#lightning#bugs#push#shove#players#burns#moon
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