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night slips in on gossamer wings
heralded by sapphire shadows
ethereal whispers in motion
wriggling over, under and around
a caressing, cajoling tumbling act

the night of myriad eyes and voices
speaking many languages
in as many more dialects
known but to the few

children of the woodland
of the hills and hollows
decipher nightís messages
greeting each spiritís soul

a lifetime of learning
to understand subtle nuance
recognize sight and sound and smell
to be one with things of nature

By Metaphor

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