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I woke sometime past midnight
And lay, listening, in the dark
Eyes closed against returning sight

The world as still in interrupted sleep
As in the day’s crisis-inspired quiet
All time now night-deep

With not a whisper or a word
I turned to my pillow and listened for the dawn
What was that, a bird?

Plague Series #4. In response to the dverse prompt of 3/17/20: tercets with a set rhyme scheme (which I did not use) This works best when whispered.

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