the tree outside my bedroom window
looms black against a wind-night sky
like the dark shouldered outline
of a man standing still to watch me sleep.
it is not comforting in its resoluteness,
it is not endearing beneath the silver,
it is a shadow spectre sent as haunt…
nothing more.
it moans in the moving air.

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