Early Morning Light

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Words of the night on a canvas of white.

Hoot of an owl in a tree nearby.

Darkness remains.

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Thoughts in the night keep one from sleeping.

Words on paper looking for meaning.

Darkness remains.

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All through the night; these weary hands type;

One finger, then two; no more, no less.

Darkness remains.

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Middle of the night; tired eyes open wide;

Long for slumber and leave thoughts behind.

Darkness remains.

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Now quiet the night, the owl has found rest.

Words, once thoughts, are finally expressed.

Early morning light.

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