the nights sobs stain


across bricked walls of  cumulus cloud

painting a graffiti tall

held by the twisted limbs of trees

that is watched

with one eye

a pirate moon

hostage of the crow

he is waiting for the darkness to fall

that creeps with rats stealth

its whip length of tail

in curl ready

to crack

open a sky

with a thunderous roar

that stole the blackbirds cry

before this night is over

lightening will strike

and a full moon

will once again rise


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