October nights
when the wind is high
and clouds
scud by the moon
Quiet Rustle
and I
think twice
before peeking
through the blinds
to find out
who scratches at our window
while the wind is high
and the clouds
scud by the moon
could it be
a Witch
looking for an orange cat
for her stew
or the forsythia
I forgot to trim
on forgotten days
under summer suns
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