by G B Dent

Created on: September 17, 2008

Twilight...

How dare you disturb my choir of crickets?
I sit alone outside in the dark for a reason.
Watching for the night with vagrant eyes;
It's dark enough that I don't have to look
At you, or anything else in particular.
Still, you speak endlessly of nothing;
You should at least keep time with the cadence.
While I train my senses on the gathering black,
And rhythm of the cloaked and hidden chorus.
Their chant surrounds us with a single voice
That I strain to hear; What was it they said?
Why don't you leave me alone when I visit the dead?

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