The Night Was Clear

The night was clear
And very cold
The kind of night
That makes you feel old

Even the Faeries
Were staying inside
Keeping warm
In the places they hide

All of the bears
Were sound asleep
Dreaming of spring
When they’d wake to eat

The owls were hooting
All through the night
They would continue
Until daylight

The night was clear
And very cold
The kind of night
That makes you feel old

~The Tennessee Poet~
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