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It’s around four o’clock,
still early morning dark
except that above the trees
floats a moon so bright
her presence fills the sky.

No breeze, 
every dark leaf motionless 
bathed in that glow-spill of light. 
I stand at my window, 
viewing this tableaux 
Sky, moon, 
the trees on the hill; 

I can almost forgive the 
intrusion of the other 
thing I must see 
that is also blessed 
by moonlight – 
The roof of the house next door