I open my window
And let in his cry
With the chill night air.
He is out there
Somewhere in the dark park,
Or the churchyard nearby.
I closed my
Window against the chill air.
He remained there,
(For how long I
Can not say).
Then his cry
Seemed to fade away.
K Morris - Poet 
A bit creepy, Kevin, but I did enjoy it.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Very atmospheric . . .
Thank you, Liz.
You’re welcome, Kevin.
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Thank you for sharing, Michael.