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Hunters In The Night



On edge of one's perception

Flashing out of sight

As dusk descends on river town

Come creatures of the night

From out the gloom the bats appear

Like shadows in a dream

Plucking insects from the air

Dark hunters all supreme

Beneath them in the Avon

A silent otter swims

As light departs the heavens

And summer day fast dims.

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