Hallows eve, 23

Stephen XT
Oct 31, 2023

Afternoon compressed, closes.
A sun rests sooner,
Off behind the old earth, and goes on
To other mornings.
Muted claw-steps pat, bells ring
On the collar of our little black cat.
He rests a-bundle, warm while
The forecast threatens cool, and comes.
The shadows deepen.
A moon rises bright and sets,
Well after dawn, bolder.

The long
Nights linger, in familiar,

SXT © 2023



Stephen XT

I write stuff when something begs to me to write. The goal is to write ten-thousand things before I die. I tend to be morbid, reflective and personal.