Night
Declan, Age 12, Phoenix, AZ
                      The lights go out
Itís black like a black cat strolling in the night
A cool breeze blows through the trees
And the long wild grass is hissing like a snake

It smells like it is going to rain
You can feel the wind starting to pick up
A storm is brewing
It is now time to come in

Inside is bright
Lights go off
My lids shut
Black again
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