Night Owl

my bed calls to me
impossible to ignore
but yet I still try

waxing moon-
gliding down
on silent wings

Posted in Animal, Beneath, Cold, Darkness, Death, Distance, Dream, Fear, Hunger, Life, Lost, Night, Seasons, Sleep, Sound, Summer, Time and tagged .

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