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You Know
You know
Those dark clouds
Tumbling and rolling
Carrying all the scary shit
Heading for that late
October eve,
A lone eagle
Floating on the wind,
Telescopic eyes searching
For an unsuspecting rabbit,
It smells of snow though there
Is none but it’s cold enough
To button up just in case,
You know
Those fall days
Of naked trees and
Branches whistling eerie
Sounds that sound like songs
From strange unknown places,
When kids dress up as who knows
What and women seem secure to
Smile in skimpy revealing
Things,
You know
The kind of day
When one says hey
Lock me in with you,
Some jazz, some goodies,
And a crackling hardwood fire.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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