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Night Watch

A poem.

February 11, 2010



Night Watch I watch as the full, lucent moon rises
 and grows smaller in the soft gray sky.

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 My black cat is with me for a moment,
 hunched by my side.
 But shadows are deep tonight
 and he must dart into them,
 pawing after secrets,
 becoming one himself.

 
 I am alone now,
 except for the creeping moon
 and twin pine trees
 as silent as myself.

 
  Gloria Beasley Lausten

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