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Halloween

Feet crunching up a deserted drive

winding

through tangled shrubbery.

 

House silent

in the empty mist.

 

An owl,

disturbed,

passing.

 

From an upper window

a shadow stares.

 

All that is left

of someone

who once

lived.

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