A Haunting In The Woods

A haunting has begun in the woods,
And distant hoots and hisses drift,
In upon the cusp of darkening dusk,
Out past that point of beyond,
Where the street lights flicker and fade,
And city folk seek to bury their sins,
Unaware of the witness, watching above.
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And as the light sloughing sun,
Falling, sets the sky ablaze,
Dying again its daily giant death,
Burnt before the black gates of night,
In the bower of an ancient oak,
The eye of an owl is opening,
Oracular, as a full moon rises,
High over the harvest fields,
Strewn with hollow husks of wheat,
Running alive with rats and mice,
And stretches forth its white angel wings,
To kill and kill, and to kill again.