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There is a whisper
in my room
tonight.
It blew in on
a west wind
caught on my window frame
and climbed inside.
It perches now
on my pillow
smiling smugly
as if
it knows something
I do not.
Perhaps it does.
Certainly the curtains
have hushed
their rustling
for once
and wait
with me.

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I haven't a clue. please don't ask. I may try to post something else tonight, because I'm not sure I'm happy with this. It is two thirty in the morning, though.