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Wednesday, 24 May 2017

Poem - Night Owls

Night Owls


How quaint and queer
the quiet streets are 
when those from near 
and those from far
have retired at night.


How fragrant fresh
and free the air
When those from here
and those from there 
are safely in their beds.


When Moon-beams meet 
in merry mood
cast bright light
where shadows stood
touch roof- tops, trees
and chimney-stacks
with magic light-------


From far away
and places near
the posterns of 
the night appear
Watchmen Police and 
Traffic Cops
Night Owls 
of the dark.

By Hillie Feldman copyright
30 June 1996


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