Owls hoot, and bats fly blind,
As darkness fills these lands.
Spookiness, a weird kind
Sets trembling in the hands.
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A dramatic poem full of contrasts - the black and the white, the day and the night, the fear and the light. Love the irony in your last stanza and the title is brilliant. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Owls can see through the gloom and look to the new day for a peaceful slumber A lovely poem from a wonderful poetess who has remained true to not only her friends but also her art Love duncan X
Great poem Ernestine, things are more scary in the dark, lovely imagery as always, love Lynda xx
i love this poem, darkness in a poem, sweet sounding and beautiful.. please keep it up!
A lovely atmospheric poem. Well written. Andrew