It's so very quiet tonight,
The mist makes no sound
The creatures are bedded,
Not a soul to be found.
There's a stillness around,
A spirit could get lost
Above the ground.
Only the glitter of stars
Pierce the velvet darkness
In the backdrop.
Like a bird, I cock my head
To hear the distant horns and whistles
Of a busy world.
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