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Our Night Time - Water Bears


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Our night time is one of loud insects,
Calling in earnest
To loved-ones, abandoned in this garden's universe.
I watch as stars dance pictures in the black,
And street lamps cast orange
Shadows through my window.
An alley cat glances past -
The Water Bears are back.
Slipping through whispers of ladybirds,
Dew on all six knees,
They dream of days in the moonlight,
When Moss Piglets sang without water
For decades




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Ahmad-Mobeen said...
Jan. 17, 2012 at 11:29 am:
Awesome! The first three lines are, well, simply unforgettable! =) Keep it up! =D
 
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