Spindly fingers reaching for the greying skies
Indifferent creatures roaming seamlessly in the nigh
A lonely howl at the pearl opaque moon rise
Spirits drifting about the murk hills disquise
Silent whispering wings as the knowing crow flies
and the owl's sounding "who" to those who are wise
the last fragments of the day rests and slowly dies
Immune in blissful sleep are we behind pictureless eyes
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