IN THE QUIET OF THE NIGHT
Darkness over ride
People inside
Sleeping in beds
Cover their heads
Quiet reigns
No playing games
When I get up in morn
I see a new day is born
I walk outside
I let my eyes glide
I see I wasn’t alone
When I look around the stones
Fresh prints in the snow
Presenting a picture show
The layout of the feet
Tells me I want to meet
The beautiful deer and family
Think I’ll stay up late and see.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
02/14/2016
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