Bring

After night’s ends

Owls and sparrows

Head held up high

Arms constructed of steel and horror

Whispers in your ears

Beads of sweat develop on the back of your neck

Ocean inviting

Marks on the night

Footprints at dark

It was I who brought you home

© 2007 David Greg Harth

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