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Quickly the Night Comes

Quickly the night comes, sending out stars;
Children stuff lightning bugs into jars.
The bat chasing bugs will stop for a rest
After it catches the last pesky pest.
Ripples of darkness spread over the pond—
Shadows envelop each leafy palm frond.
Invisible creatures run to and fro—
We’d see them if they were running in snow.
Quietly, dear, let me sing you a song;
Moths near the streetlight won’t be there long.
The night is far gone, but not my love, dear—
Here at the frog pond I think that is clear.
In daylight or darkness, winter or spring,
I’ll sing by the pond, dear, to you I will sing.

Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher


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Small catrina figure on a table outside a shop in Tonalá, Jalisco, México

Instead of a bat,
she wields a wicked white broom,
sweeping home plate clean.

Haiku © 2015 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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