Glisten, glisten; listen to the rain outside

the winds that howl, the cold that bites

shadows rearing up in fright

with images of barking dogs, whose noses

fill the mind with slimy smells

of watered land and grass that’s green

and all the while you; glisten, glisten in the dark

The shine of moon and fainted stars lending you a luminescence

like a cat’s eyes you reflect

waves of light that make up strands of blackish-blue

Blueish black surrounding you.


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