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In Moonlight

As night-time falls I watch the moon’s
pale reflecting light rise up
over the horizon’s far-off dunes
of fields with varying crops,
and listen to the night’s saddening tunes
of crying crickets and falling drops
and an owl who lonely croons
as the moon slowly rises up

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