Midnight Kata 

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Midnight Kata 

It is midnight at the Dojo
and a lone figure is spotted
he moves as if on invisible strings
worked by a celestial puppeteer-
such fastidious movement.

Slowly circling, ever vigilant
as he spares with the shadows
a Praying Mantis on a leaf
watches with great concern-
in a rustle of silk, he is gone.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2018

Written with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub. The prompt is Unseen Things. My figure (who could be a Ninja) was only seen by a bug in the garden. This is my artwork I animated.

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The Beauty Of Fall Colors.

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the sunrise in flames
in the trees a golden fire
meets the cooling sky
sweet maple syrup on bark
I steal a taste of Autumn

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

Shared with my friends at Poets United.