My mind wonders off again into the twilight of the moonlight,
Its enchanting glow like crisp, white snow.
The stars fill the sky and say goodbye to the remainder of today's
light, and accept night.
Gliding past my window, birds hum and flap, one, two, three
until the last.
The wind starts to howl like an invisible owl.
It crashes into my window, loud and wild,
Almost like an over-excited child.
Soon, morning will come, and the night will be undone.
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