Dusty shoes lay in the corner,
A tattered shirt hangs off a chair.
Embers in the fireplace glowing,
Sounds of slumber everywhere.
Vigil is the hoot owl keeping,
Just outside the window dark.
Distant wolf can be heard howling,
Lonely sound, the meadowlark.
Near the lake a loon is crying,
Lonely is this mournful sound.
Moonlight casts a midnight shadow,
Crickets chirping all around.
Early morning brings a silence,
The night’s sounds their vigil ceased.
Slumber soon to be awakened,
By the rising in the east.
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