My Poem is Black, Black, and Really Dark Black

 

Black is the silence and peace of the night.

Black is the softness of our cat.

Black is the color of the all powerful.

Black is the color after sunset.

Black is peace and quiet to the end of the poem.

Black is Pop’s stew.

Black is a python constricting you!

Black is a thunderstorm raining on you.

Black is the loss of a loved one.

Black is a nightmare walking toward you.

Bum, bum, bum!

This is what black is!

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