Before I Dream
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Jayne Louise Davies
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Darkness begins to fall,
Grey clouds are gathering fast,
An owl flies by,
And quietly lands,
This is his hunting ground,
His own woodland patch,
He sees his prey,
And off he goes,
A mouse?
A vole?
Who knows,
Night has descended,
On this quiet place,
And gently, my eyes close,
A time to sleep,
A time to dream,
To forget my worries and woes.
Jayne Louise Davies
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