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The Edge of Night

Just a crescent is all that's left
Around an earthshine lobe;
A sliver of the lunation theft
Of a fully lit cratered globe...
Easing up in the eastern dark
As if on the crickets to spy
Or listen to coyotes bark
As the owl goes flapping by
Under summer's simmering stars
In the night's forgotten hour
Below the gaze of zenith Mars
And Venus in auroral power,
With satellites in Daybreak flight
Calling it a beautiful night!
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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Observed on August 16th, 2020
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