Something scrapes
while I don’t sleep
which aren’t horses restrained
something runs, jumps
that’s not a herd
and something quivers
that’s not the earth
and something yelps
on this night nothing illuminates
which aren’t new born cubs
something struggles in the dark
that aren’t fish caught in a net
something murmurs
and calls aloud
while I don’t sleep
waiting with the sun
for what will want to come.

 © Anna Lemos 

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