October dribbles - 30

D’you smell the wet earth loamy,
Taste the leaf-fall in the air?
D’you hear the owl-call, nightfall’s host
While squirrel’s strident chatter shares
Its mystery? Do you see the dark?
Your fingers splay in hopes to touch the day?
D’you sense him now?
You really shouldn’t have come here anyway.

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