Silence
The shadows through my window
danced as the gnarled branches
that remained bare long after
fall's departure swayed
in the breeze.
The branches tapped my window
in a rhythmic melody
with the urgency of
a trapped soul.
But tonight,
The shadows are still.
The branches are silent.
The air is thick.
This would be the last night
the spirits would visit.
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