Who Dances Here?

Feathered footprintsWho dances lightly in the dark of night?
And what creations come while we’re away?
To set their artful mark upon the sands
Of soul and body fretted by the day?

As moon goes down beyond the rising tide;
As breezes start to move the morning air.
Almost awake to see their shadows glide.
Enough at rest to feel their breathing near.

The senseless surf breaks on the waking beach,
And over-washes secrets in its reach.
What are those feathered footprints we ignore
While tumbling onto day’s uplifted shore?

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