Ten- Heat waves blur scarecrow trees on the horizon.
Nine- The ordinary sky turns a muddled gray.
Eight- Sharp shadows cut mountainsides.
Seven- Fire burns on dirty windows.
Six- Stars blink like old candles.
Five- A white sun plummets.
Four- Night orb rockets up.
Three- Dark an envelope.
Two- Moon a stamp.
One- All is still.
An owl cries in the bitter black.
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