The night stalker,
Whose open silver'd face
And bright eye
Under the aegis
Of our all-seeing celestial companion,
With fixed gleaming gaze
Revolving round with the seasons,
Captures Nature's imbalance
From assymetric angles,
And follows its flighty movement
Sympathetically,
On the soft serrated edge
Of darkness,
In unerring silence,
To pinpoint the prize.
(CBB Sept 2011)
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