Handsome creatures gaze vacantly
In the limelight and pass on
Adjusting their velvet gloves
Then disappear in silvery shimmers
Soon it will be day and the magic a
Hazy memory a half dream of maybe
Only the ostrich feather remains
From that gossamer pageant
Perhaps tonight they will return
To enchant me once more with
Their gorgeous emptiness in
The owl wise acres of sleep
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