A fortuitous word

And there is poetry behind it, lurking silently,like a creature of the night suddenly yelling from under a stone.

A word that had made no noise but when suddenly discovered started making noises as though the night belonged to it.

On some nights poetry cannot be coaxed to come out of its hiding .

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