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Hunters In The Night

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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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