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A Starry Sky

Written: 30/11/2001

A starry sky, a cloudless night
Every constellation is in clear sight.

Out of the city, the busy and bustle
In the countryside I hear a rustle.

An owl toots, a mouse squeaks
I look at my friends, but they are asleep.

My eyes grow heavy as the fire dies
Ash rises up toward the broad skies.

A pleasant night drawing to an end
Close to perfection? I cannot pretend.

By Pete Scopes