fleabane daisies brighten the roadside on an autumn day
Fleabane Daisy [Haiku]
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The bronze goblin rides the world. Its wide eyes always open, taking in everything that happens on the street: brisk business-like strides of mid-morning, mid-day strolls, slumped evening plods, midnight staggers, and witching hour stumbles. It sees you when you're meeting, and knows when it's legit.
The gothic cathedral is dark -- unilluminated, but for the flickering orange flames of votive candles, and the weak winter light of a gloomy December day that warms the panels of stained glass. A pew creaks. A tiny movement makes a giant sound, owing to the stony acoustics. The pew is creaking from the restless fidgeting of the church's sole occupant.