No. 193 “Kathmandu” – 27/6/16

The night time shadows are creeping slowly up the wall,
Outside in the dusky dark I can hear the night birds call.
The ants have gone to their beds beneath the soil,
The moons round face is hanging, we could call him loyal.
Crack the shining silence with a simple word or two,
And hurry back inside, it’s as cold as Kathmandu!

-zu

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