night

Night’s
my time
as day
takes a breather
propped on haunches
and magic begins
thralling….
..
walls stairs
rest peaked ears
vocalizing
in creaky
soft footfalls
…..stirring
..
latent
fears weave
in out of lairs
as dreams
enchantingly
lattice
bringing to fruition
day’s abject
suffocated
longings

night
yes night
that’s
my
time
~

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