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A walk at night, no torch, just light of moon
to show the way. Chill calm of dark on skin,
refreshing. She breathes in deep. Oh, so thin
the divide between night and day; how soon
sun reborn on the horizon is. Boon
to know beyond her, there, in blacker, in
denser shadow wait and watch beasts (elfin-
reared in her mind, imagination loon-
muddled by inability to see).
Could they be, these creatures, rarities; of
fantastical form? Or was her head free
too much from care and stuffed with fancies bee-
sized fairies even would snigger at? Soft
she hears the black cat tread. Loud chimes the clock.
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]