A small tight star in the lone sky
Winks
As the smell of smoke drifts across the air.
Leaves rustle,
The lights are on,
Voices murmur.
The dark, heavy as a hand, subdues the quiet.
A blackbird calls, chased off by silence.
There – a single scuffle – we hardly dare breathe.
Heavy as shadows the cats stare,
As innocence eats their food.
6/10/99
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Comment by N.Bridgewater
THAT WAS A CUTE STORY I LIKE THE ENDING MOST OF ALL.CAN YOU MAKE MORE?
Posted on: September 16th, 2008 at 8:03 am
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Comment by it was left by a person
it was an amazing poem
Posted on: January 17th, 2009 at 8:46 pm
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Comment by Desiree
It’s a cute poem. Hope u add pictures next time.
Posted on: July 1st, 2009 at 3:22 am