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In the gloaming

And Lord,
if my spirit returns,
let it be in feather, fur, or fin-
your creations in the wilding,

whose years seem short to us
but are unburdened with evil thoughts,
and care not for the praise of others

They look to live a life
always in the now,
having scant worry for the future
and none of the past’s regrets.

And when the weathers are fair,
they are so free,
and knowing naught of care
they look to Thee.


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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.

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