They say silence is golden
But I am dark and stealthy
Creeping up almost unerringly
Quietly consuming what’s before me
My companion the quiet swish
As leaves rustle in the wind
The twinkle of cat’s eyes
The distant sound of all that the day has entailed
For I am the inevitable
I am the night
10042014
ScorpioHouse 
Good to know that you still got it…..the “poetic streak”…👍
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I try. Once in a while, words and paper meet.
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