Shufflings in the shrubbery,

leapings on the lawn,

furtive assignations and who knows what skullduggery,

surreptitious shadow shapes, sundown to dawn.

It’s my own familiar garden but it happens out of sight:

it’s all undercover

…under cover of the night.

Nighttime was a blank space, destitute of life,

a time I’d stop the clock and quit the world.

But then I bought a...

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