eleven hints (8)

upon the snowy ground he sits
to see the sun go down;
the day is turning into dusk
across the sleepy town

the lights come out to show the month,
the air is crisp and clear;
but he's just glad to see the show
or even to

be here

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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