No moon came out that night,       No clouds, yet the sky was dusky, 
                                             The broken fence in the backyard,      Lead to the deserted vine heap.
                                          It housed a wild cat and no squirrels,      Few hanging branches, dried, lifeless, 
                                         The wind was chilled, a tinge of cold,       It whistled past the dwindling leaves.
                
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