Tower high and bright
In the middle of the night
Chiming, rhyming, a lonely serenade.
Who hears the late night work?
Dog, cat, owl or stork
Walking by underneath
With such noise you do bequeath
A reminder to the night
That time passes unto the light.
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Ah, I enjoy your poetry, Hunter. How neat to read your reflections as you travel. Continue!
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