Shhh…

if
you
listen
you
can
hear
the
heartbeat
of
the
night
the
whispers
of
growing
things
the
rustlings
of
those
who
love
darkness
the
muffled
scurryings
the
low
pitched
gnawing
the
clicking
of
claws
the
beating
of
soft
wings
the
chattering
of
leaves

 
we
sometimes
forget
that
the
night
is
a
living
thing
and
we
can
hear
it’s
song
if
only
we
stop
and
listen

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