John Frost

With darkness comes such great delight
For on vinyl shades, palish grey
Shadows casting from lantern’s light
Ten digits bending in the night
Calmly pleasing a small soiree

Crowds whispering, muffling brighter
Gasps and sighs uttering outbound
From their beds blurred eyes hold tighter
Canine types; their skin turns whiter!
The cackles screeching all around

Capriole leaps of pas de deux
Stir the souls both young and old
The danseur clasping onto her
Slender waistline, yet far gentler
Than a gripping strangle-hold

Fingers curling, swirling above
Appearing crippled, cracked and maimed
Sore hands unfurling to that of
A loud applause; clatters of love
As the ending is proclaimed:

Goodnight kids!