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Nocturne

The horizon quiet

As the sun rubs his eyes

The hassle to hurry your hustle

Of busy today has ended.

 

Everything has settled

Woodpeckers aren’t pecking

Hummingbirds aren’t humming

As the moon lay in her sky.

 

Food for thought

Prepared by the stars

Arriving in their own time

Some early, some late.

 

The mice are out

But so are the owls.