Hushfall Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Hushfall



reversion
oozes,
viscous....
meandering sensuouslessly
through
the space between door
and floor....
for now she has climbed a tree...
is breathing in the scent of lilacs,
and
has brought her lyre with her.....
in the morning she and the critter will be on their way......

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