The night is a ghost,
a ghost of a cat.
And a silent prayer
heard
above the caterwauling.
About Me
- CK
- Orleans, Cape Cod, Massachusetts, United States
- "LET it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten for ever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old. If anyone asks, say it was forgotten Long and long ago, As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall In a long forgotten snow." -Sara Teasdale
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