Standing in the graveyard: watching the haunted night skies
the clouds were moving quite quick as to play
Peek a boo with the moon
In the distance the silhouette of the church tower
Inviting bats to use it as a their playground
there was the sound of an owl not visible
but certainly apparent, with the rhythmic hooting
A fox dashed out, as if being chased by hounds
Nervously watching; and ever alert
The air wasn’t still, that night rather chilly
as I wrapped my scarf tighter for warmth
But a promise is a promise, I will visit
You each day until we are together
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Your voice speaks words in writing..
setting the scene, and the coolness of the atmosphere
Typical English evening , and keeping that promise
Best wishes
Julie
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