Light
curves, moonlight hears.
A bat flits
in the silence
of dusk.
Unheard. Still.
The sea
flickers out,
collects
silver light and ebbs,
clear fingers
glitter.
The mind here, unspun,
leaves fall on a spirited
path. There are no eyes.
Thin black cat
slinks out,
makes a
space on highest wall,
surveys his
kingdom.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, June 4, 2021
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