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Night Visitors
Midnight has passed, The lake is black, Masses of distant stars Shimmer, decorating the sky, A dazzling Christmas tree.
The lonely wail of a train Disturbs this stillness, And, then, leisurely fades Beyond shadowy hills.
Abruptly, like an echo, A solemn, sonorous cry Reminiscent of despair Bursts from inky water, Haunting, illusory.
Answering the call, An erratic, trembling peal, Inducing spine-tingling, Preternatural feelings, Ancient fears re-visited.
Provocative, alluring, This demonic aria, Flawlessly proffered By Nature’s unique gift, Mary Lake’s loons.
Ryan Kidd picture presented to Jane Earthy as a token of appreciation at her retirement from the Board Poem by Eleanor Kidd Reflections is a page where members can make contributions and will be updated occassionally.
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