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Dog Barks.

 

 

Dog barks.

Velvet night.

Jasmine breeze.

Moon suspended, ever watchful.

Casting shadows.

Silvery fingers. 

Open window.

Bathing the room in an eerie iridescence.

Seizing opportunity.

Nature’s voyeur.

Silently forgotten.

The scent of tobacco wafts briefly.

Smoke plumes.

Drifting lazily.

Curling upwards.

Disappearing in the balmy night air.

Footfalls thump.

Woe begotten.

Stillness fades.

Surrendering at last to slumber.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



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