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Sep 20
I heard the neighbor’s screen door
part with the faint blue of dawn.
The black cat strode in like a whisper.
His silken body curling her leg
as he took the first lick
with his rough, red tongue.
The cold milk glowing
in a golden saucer.
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                January 05 2024
For those who are wondering- Crepuscular is another name for late twilight or faint dawn. I wrote this at 3 am that night it has that peaceful night feel
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Tj Struska
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