Caveat: Poem #2170 “Planning ahead”

The day is done. I go out.
A remainder of daylight
and the drizzle invoke doubt
with regard to coming night.

Night is not a time to walk:
rather, it's when I'll try sleep,
check my handcrafted door's lock,
and rest. And maybe dream, deep.

– an enlgyn proest gadwynog of two stanzas.

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