Foggy Nights

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When the moon is low

And the sun can no longer be seen

When you can't even see

The trees back behind your neighbor's home

The fog obscures all

And it's coming for you

The crickets

Are silent

The pond peepers

Don't make a sound

The fog is rolling in

The foxes

Don't cry

And the coyotes

Don't howl

The fog is coming close

Consuming all

In its wake

The sky

Can't be seen

No stars

No planets

No moon

You curl up

On your couch

Clutching a late night

Cup of joe

You close your eyes

And let the fog

Cover your home

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