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Silken shadows
creep on silent feet.
these soft marauders
steal cat footed across the lawn,
covering weary hosta lilies
in a blanket soft as clouds.
Remarkable the changes
these shadows make.
Clothing all they touch
in uniforms
of camouflage.
Innocent rose bushes
seem dragons
whipping their tails
in the wind,
breathing smoke into
the dimming light.
A castle appears
where the carport stands
all towers and spirals
to enchant.
This in-between time
is
magical with sorcery.
These creeping shadows
weave
enchantment,
in shades
of
Persian purple silhouette.
Clandestine
their
black magic
transforms all.
Lea (Leaway56@aol.com)
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