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The Clock at Midnight
The cat slips through the open door,
A ghost in the moonlit garden,
Leaves rustle in a whispered farewell,
While the clock halts at twelve.Stars flicker in the vast, distant sky,
An echo of something once familiar,
I watch from a window, unseen,
As time pauses, holding its breath.The night stretches into endless …