Poetry of Issue #7        Page 22

In Windsor Terrace

In the just so quiet night,
below leaf filled trees
illuminated by lamp lights,

the raccoon moves quietly.
Tree leaves move silent
as breath can be as I sit

on a stair waiting for a friend.
I had never seen one, though
I had heard, they were there.

It’s as if it was just another
shadow in the peace-filled
temperate summer night.

  Evie Ivy