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Shadows climbing

Shadows climb the trees,

slowly, like sloths,

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a branch at a time.

High leaves, like moths,

flap gently with the last

late fading sunlight

till everything but sky

succumbs to night.

Then that, too, turns its back

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on day at last,

day's drama at an end,

and constellations cast

their pale, small, distant glow

on the now-dark land,

and sleep-inducing breeze

sifts us like sand.

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