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Cold Night
The hooting
of an unseen owl
gets drowned out
by the revving of
a passing motorcycle.
Three bums huddle
'round an open flame
in the glow of a lone
streetlamp.
Their ragged clothes
shimmer with a silvery
sheen,
For they fell asleep
under a blanket of frost.
Lovingly,
They eye the flame
like a mother does
her child.
@thewaywardpoet
#winter #January #cold #night #urban #LosAngeles #hometown #poetry #spontaneousprose
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of an unseen owl
gets drowned out
by the revving of
a passing motorcycle.
Three bums huddle
'round an open flame
in the glow of a lone
streetlamp.
Their ragged clothes
shimmer with a silvery
sheen,
For they fell asleep
under a blanket of frost.
Lovingly,
They eye the flame
like a mother does
her child.
@thewaywardpoet
#winter #January #cold #night #urban #LosAngeles #hometown #poetry #spontaneousprose
© All Rights Reserved
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