A SPECTER

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Mornings tend to be cold
cautious cat stays away
from the cornice
windows steam
and innocent trees
are redden by autumn leafs

No one would see the strangers
or loved ones from afar
just stumped natives
roam by the dogs
are straying into profound night

And only the lanterns
raises their heads fuming
pounding their shadows
into the ferrules of doors
like soldiers butt-ends

Let them be!
Strangers are gone
there is only We…
locked up beneath
the shuddering dreams