The Dead Game by Susanne Leist
Monday, June 27, 2016
UNTIL THE MORNING LIGHT
The moon shows its head.
It’s past time for bed.
It casts a yellow glow.
I can hear the winds blow.
Time for me to go inside.
There must be places to hide.
Until the morning light.
When the sun burns so bright.
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