Silver on black-
night is a negative.

Trees hover like bosky sentinels,
tracing laced patterns
on ebon lawns.

Cornered fears
crouch like black panthers
-as small hours settle softly
in the nest of time.

The world sleeps,
while moonshadows
walk on careful feet,
ready to flee
at the first faint threat
of dawn.

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