Night Bird takes flight,

hungry to soar

the winds above treetops,

now settled for bed.

Lamp posts glow,

although dimly lit,

still shine sugary

beneath silver stars.

And she waits…

beckoning prey,

a magnet to the small

who flutter.

The gullible ones,

rich and delicious

because they believe

there’s more to the light.

She never grants thought

to superstitious worship.

Respect to the dark

demands logistics

and efficiency within

limitations of twilight.

Before the black of night,

she soars…elevated

in knowledge and s...

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