Lone wolf cloud swallowing the moon,
moths flutter round the porch light
spider's webs begin to glisten
from the dew forming
leaving drops of crystalline moisture
hanging like ornaments on a silken tree
Cat sits by the sliding doors,
catching the cool breeze
wafting through the screen,
mewing softly, she cranes her neck
watching insects circle the light
Small delights, simple sights
if you look and listen in the quiet of night
not so solitary, nor so black
if not imagination it is you lack
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