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Moon hangs above the lake

red, immense, menacing:

bats flit & the barn owl hoots

its portents.

A baby rabbit squeals ‘n dies

in cat’s mouth, fox prowls

the chicken house, snapping.

A garden flame of crackling twigs

the church spire & the village

wait each day for twilight lull.

On planet blue we twist & whirl

around a burning star

while gravity pins us.