May 20, 2014 § 1 Comment
a haunting whistle
echoing across cities
is night’s lonely voice
Tagged: a poem a day, night, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, shannon cummings, sound, the poem daily, write
Miaowed the tom-cat to the she-cat before they concquered the nocturnal uptown jungle. 🙂
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