A wooden bench under the darkened sky
Lit by only the stars and the moon so full
Your breath rising in little clouds of steam
From lips held silent by the beauty of the night
A little mouse skitters by, trying so hard
To remain unseen, and unheard by all
The owl hoots softly, his eyes bright yellow
He thinks to himself, invite the mouse to dinner
Perhaps the call of a wolf breaks upon your thoughts
Or the hum of a car far distant reaches your ears
But somehow the outside reaches into you deep inside
Reminding you that you are not alone in the night
The comforting glow from the moon up above
Wrapping you in the embrace of its timelessness
When you are there you can think you are alone
But others share the same starlight with you
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