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Night ©

by Deborah Lloyd
Scotland
2000

The enveloping darkness creeps eerily in,
The haunting owl hoots do begin,
The moon, it appears in the black sky,
The vampire bats come out to fly.

The ferocious wolf begins to howl,
Out comes the tom-cat, on the prowl,
Vulnerable creatures, they do cower
As it nears the witching hour.

The stars gleam brightly in the skies,
Watching you with accusing eyes,
The air it does begin to chill,
The fox is out, on the kill.

And as I sit here still with fright,
So ends the fable of the night.



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