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Dusk

The stillness
A bird calls
"Cat,"
And then shrills in relief.
Silence, once again, is lord.
The sun,
Assassinated monarch,
Lies in state below the horizon.
Will it rise again?
I don't care.
I live for dusk;
The cool breeze
Soothing
Calming;
The sky,
A beautiful shade of dirt,
Is empty.
Not day,
Not night;
Oblivion.
A sense of loss
But a tinge of...
Expectancy...
Will night come -
Or will day return?
It seems either could happen.
A bird soars
High,
And then...
All is still.



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