I like it here
On the terrace
Slumped in an easy chair
With a cup of coffee
To watch happy bats play
And hear hurting crickets complain.

I like it here
On the rooftop
my steaming cup black and bitter
To watch lit windows
Shut their lids one by one
And hear sleepy men dose

I read the night sky
Like an entranced scholar
Where hundred eyes return my gaze
Like on a graph book
I plot with my eyes’ pen
The scattered blinking dots
Here’s Orion
There, Draco
And there, the Great Bear

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