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I papered peacocks
o’er the roses
and moved the walls around
were facing south
the barn – to block the moon
but who am I complaining
to the gods
of northern lights
when shadows dare to grow
beneath the pines
who goes there
yet no one ever answers
though I swear I’ve heard
gossip after dark
listen – can’t you hear me
would they rather that I worry
fearful of their presence
on the lawn
who am I
I wonder what they know
do they haunt the night
to question where I’ve gone
tornadoday 
It’s the paper peacocks. Threaten them with varnish and they’ll hush a bit. 😉 ~D
or bleach works well too…….. 😉
Hey, Dan. You should check your spam folder. It appears that most comments I make on your items are disappearing. I find that three or four valid comments a day disappear there. And I’m fairly certain that until you get me out, I can’t post on anything you write. 😦
Spam folder? Where? On WP? I don’t see any in e-mail dear….This stinks! Another friend had a similar issue since our overlords changes the notification system…
I love this, Bobbie! Love the phrase “where shadows dare to grow beneath the pines”. It gives a hint of the spirit world, though unseen, is quite real.
Thank you, Dee…….. This was somewhat inspired by a memory of being a child and becoming convinced that the cowboys and indians on the curtains were just waiting for night to come………shadows lighting up their wigwams!!! 🙂 Love you and thanks again, Dee. ~ Bobbie