Fade 22 Tuesday Jul 2025 Posted by Bill Bisgood in poem, Quatrain ≈ 2 Comments Tagsjet, night, poem, Poetry, Quatrain, thoughts A soft, velvet night Somewhere way off and so high Above my warm bed A jet’s roar fades, dies Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
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What a keen act of noticing.
Nights here are very quiet and dark, only the odd high jet or low owl.