When the day has passed
and twilight comes at last
and the weak-eyed things of daytime make for bed
That's when playtime starts
for those with stronger hearts
like the owls and the bats above my head.
the chirping of the lark
is silent after dark
for now is time for the nightingale's sweet song
as the crickets play their fiddles,
such melodic idylls,
and the coyote lends his voice into the throng.
a fox is on the prowl
while her puppies yip and howl
waiting for the evening's taste of meat
and soon a marmot spies
and in a flash it dies
and to her children's mouths she brings a treat
the field mouse now dares
to brave the darkness' snares
hoping to fill his cheeks with harvest grain
while the cat who was sleeping
is now about and creeping
hoping a juicy meal tonight to gain.
A contest entry
- Shades of Night (CONTEST) by Touchof1der.
600 points, ended February 5, 2007, 21 entries
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Comments
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This certainly made me think of wandering the countryside at night. Unfortunately, I live in such a big city, I am not afforded the sounds of my childhood days. Nice imagery! I appreciate you taking the time and making the effort to enter my contest. Thank you and good luck!
♥ Touchof1der
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