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The headlights of a car interrupt
My solitary watch
From the balcony of the Wooden Bridge Hotel.
A watch that is suspended
In the interlude
Before morning creeps over the Wicklow Hills.
The sounds keeping me company are
The Avoca meandering by
The gentle stir of the greenery around
and beneath the balcony where I perch.
Watching and listening I hoped to see
Some night creatures slink along the river bank
Or dodge between the railway tracks
Or scurry across the golfing greens.
My gaze is drawn upward to the trees
Standing sentry like in a long line
Their outline dark against the night sky
Yet appearing uniform in height and breath
I wonder aloud
Where are the stars?