The Dead own the night
until the day breaks and
the shadows flee away.
” puck goats taking a break from cleaning up to rut
From time to time, after the graveyard is locked (which is usually around sunset), and I’ve had dinner and settled into my pyjamas, enjoying an episode of some sort of crime-solving show (yes, I love them) and perhaps a glass of wine, there is a knock at our front door. 565 more words