I stepped outside last night,hoping to see a skyfull of stars.One of the cats slinked out behindme. She didn’t mindthat it was dark. To meit was ominous and black. A breezeplayed tunes in the chimeshanging from the willow tree,but not a star was there to be seen.An owl hooted from the silverbirch, but there was […]
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