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The night lies still as death, Mists curling round cattails and willows. A tattered moon plays hide-and-seek With galleon clouds, sails unfurled against a spray of stars. Nightjars and swallows on the hunt Flash from tree to branch, unerring, Taking fearsome toll of other flight-bound creatures. And naught but gloaming lights this narrow track Arched above with leaves of darkened shade Save the haunting flicker of fireflies Mimicking the arching firmament.
This night is one to recall when Snow lies deep, Ice is on the waters, The birds fled south, And fireflies all gone to ground Til summoned once more to light my way.
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