A centurion wind marched over treetops,

touching everything, then slipped away.

Fathoms of gray clouds deepened the overhead.

Valleys of ruminated mists shaped the sky

with inanimate objects.

A dull gauzy light stretched weakly onto the ground.

A few birds flew hurriedly by.   A screen door

slammed shut.

Yellow eyes of night crept in on silent paws,

dragging with it shades and sounds of night.

In a stream, pebbles mumbled while tumbling by

as day relinquished its place.

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