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night hush, by Toni L.A. Cross 1/20/10

like a blanket
drapes over the fields
owls cry out
mournful and low
a coyote howls
one piercing note
and the world is hidden
from the cruel cynic’s eye
glows softly
and adorns treetops
a tiny mouse squeaks
as he pitter-patters along
grass sways
in the whispering breeze
and the night goes on
til all turns to light

About goatgirlbookworm

My name is Toni Clegg, and I was raised on a farm in the far north of the United States. I love to read and write and I hope to use those hobbies in a greater way in the days to come. One of my passions is using whatever influence I have to make a difference in the world.

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