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Nary a frog croaks
terra cotta garden lamp
selfishly, glows dim.
a striped gastropod
stretched longer, out of its shell
braver....in the dark
neighbors' dogs howl deep,
gecko sings its night songs loud
bats crash...swoop their prey.....
unseen black cats cross
there's no wind, yet...leaves rustle
shadows multiply
the dark feeds the mind
superstition lives...it breathes
moon hides...........i shall, too...
Sally
copyright September 22, 2017
rrab
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 7:53 AM UTC
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Nary a frog croaks
terra cotta garden lamp
selfishly, glows dim.
a striped gastropod
stretched longer, out of its shell
braver....in the dark
neighbors' dogs howl deep,
gecko sings its night songs loud
bats crash...swoop their prey.....
unseen black cats cross
there's no wind, yet...leaves rustle
shadows multiply
the dark feeds the mind
superstition lives...it breathes
moon hides...........i shall, too...
Sally
copyright September 22, 2017
rrab
...it's like, my dead folks are still around when observing
these superstitious beliefs...they had such great influence on us,
we never forget....
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