Days are short now;
four o’clock is twilight time.
I’ve been reading poems
(Christina Rossetti, if you want to know.)
Rising, I look out the bedroom window.
A creature is on the lawn –
a deer – no, two deer – does – and there’s a third!
They nibble and browse in the growing dark.
Across the road,
my brother-in-law’s
Christmas lights
glow brightly.
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