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Each Night’s End
1 min readAug 16, 2019
each night’s end
he tucked his head
beneath his wing,
asked one question
of the darkness over head—
God, he asked,
have I done today
what you sent me
here to do?
have I lived this day
as all my days
were intended
to be lived?
then, each night’s end,
hearing nary a word of response said,
he’d ride the answering silence into sleep,
restless and dreamless.
