A Night In The Forest Poem by Kelsey Gallant

The bright stars are twinkling; the church bells have rung.
Softly and sweetly, the bird songs are sung.
Like a baby at naptime, the fox is asleep;
He's waiting for later, he's dreaming of sheep.

Raccoon takes a hop out onto the grass.
His mom pulls him back until danger has passed.
An owl swoops by, searching for mice
As Old Maple Tree's fingers smell sweetly of spice.

The wind gently rustles the forest's green floor,
Baby bat stands prepared, waiting for more.
As the sun rises slowly and the moon journeys west,
They all get settled for another day's rest.

(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)