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It gets late so early at this time of year.
I fear that I won’t recognize you when we cross paths because the moon is hardly shining, but I know it’s you
when finally, we do.
Your silhouette has hardly changed at all.
Your tall
And lanky silhouette.
But more than that, 
I can hear you breathing. 
And maybe recognize the smell,
Your unwashed hair.

I’m sure you recognize mine to, but since it’s so damn dark at 9pm we can both continue walking if we choose. 

We can both say.
Oh it’s you?
I didn’t notice you there, in the darkness. 

xx Monique 

Northern Saw-whet Owl,
Off the coast of Maine.
Photo by Keegan Burke 
Instagram: @birdsbykeegan