Ronan Gavigan Poetry – Night Dweller

Night Dweller:

The air is silent no breeze caresses the blooming trees,

I hear a low chirp from a distant unknow location,

breaks the stillness of the summer night,

the bats are about they play their subtle tune,

they fly with such ease and grace,

moon beaming on black wings,

Fly on night dweller,

Fly on.



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