Susan Williams Night Poems

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the trees are silvered with moonlight
yet there is no day and neither is there night
the empty house is etched in moonlight
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At approximately 3 a.m. I toodled into the bathroom.
(Yes, I actually toodle... you know, like a groggy poodle)
While sitting there- -
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Creatures of the Night
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iron grates over the street drains
roofs for the poor
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Come one dark and rainy night
he watched them come and go
both outside the windshield
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