Hallows eve, 23

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,
October.

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