A Lover Of The Night Poem by Liam ó Comáin

A Lover Of The Night



wraith like movement
invaded my perception

the flight broke
the darkness of night
silent but visually
across the face
of the little wood

its call as eerie
as the lore stories
of the beanshees keen

from dusk to first light
woods and farmyards
are prowled
in wavering flight
entering the ghost lore
of the countryside

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