What the Night Brings

Prepare yourself; shadows
leaking over ridges
in the mountains


Not one but three
hawks circling
the fallen prize-


Blackness grows in
toothless woods, hurries
towards the sunken valley

eating light.

Just outside the safety
of your house, evening
knows the secrets

of your heart;

prepare yourself, the shadows
bringing home your grief,
a phantom of your sorrow.

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