About the night.
The one where an owl hoots
Way off in the distance.
And the neighbors cat stalks
Shadows of mice.
I sit here, on the porch steps
Arms around my knees.
Chimes, soft music, out of tune
with a missing piece.
The velvet sky littered
with clouds that the wind threw away
Stars between them
Just pieces of the constellations
That made ancient men wonder
And dream.
Maybe tomorrow night
The wind won't forget to take the clouds
And I'll see more than just
The Three Sisters through the trees.
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