Walking after midnight 🦉

Soaking up that fresh air strolling solitary down in the park

Where everything is silenced with a sshhd surreal stark

Watching woodland wonderfuls out for a lark..
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Now I know it may be slightly scary but would I even care ?

With that feeling at one with Mother nature and a gentle breeze blowing through my hair

There could only be me and the nocturnal animals amidst this mellow yellow midnight air

And not another living soul around for miles anywhere..
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Those shadows would be slightly quivering casting silhouettes on the trees

But I should tell myself it was only the whistling wind that would be wafting in that breeze

And I could rest on the early morning dewy grass down on my knees