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Shooting Stars
The fallen leaves provided a soft cover over the unyielding ground.
Crunching softly as I lay down beneath the sky.
A Shadow came and laid his body against me for warmth, purring.
They came one by one.
Streaking. First left then right then all around.
I counted as the time elapsed. 55, 56
Each time I felt it was time to go inside another came.
Each one counted a year added to my life.
I counted 100.
My hands were numb with cold.
My friend stirred.
It was enough. 100.
Michael Sutton (aka Starkin)
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You know I love this poem, this small, transcendant moment you have captured. Thanks for sharing it.
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