Night

The day turns to night and then night slinks away
Impressed by her aura, embarrassed to stay
She reproaches his tricks and his childish pranks
His nightmare conspirators caught in his ranks
Streetlights abetting his fingering shadows
Devious rustlings of ravenous hedgerows
The cats and the foxes; their murder-scene sounds
All gleamed into silence and sent to the ground
But as day grows sleepy and mindful of rest
Night oozes right back for another fright-fest.

Copyright Diny FvK


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Theme: personifying Day and Night.

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