I suppose its sort of expected that at 1 AM I think of writing Haiku....

A candle flickers
The beat of wings
In a shallow grave
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A foggy morning
The soft clip- clop
Of mysterious hooves
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Slim heels and gilded air
Scuffy shoes wiped against trousers
Comets bumping into planets
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Elongated claws, shining fangs
Demanding a stomach- rub
Sheep in wolf-skin
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And Ms. Brain clocks out for the night..............