Dance Of The Night. - Poem by Jazzy Davies
Twilight stains the mountain tops,
melting sun on yonder, drops.
Violet clouds turn mauve, then puce,
shadows fall from silver spruce.
Wee beasts raise their liquid eyes,
hunters cloak their dark disguise.
Moonlight adds hypnotic trance,
stars begin their nightly dance.
Distant sounds break through the calm,
ruffling breeze a soothing balm.
Whisp'ring sounds among the leaves,
stirring starts amidst the eaves.
Slowly, slowly tension grows,
creatures wail, lamenting woes.
Senses sharpen, vision keen
death avoided, fate foreseen.
Heady scents of forest pine,
metallic dew gives forth shine.
Shadows play their secret games,
amber streetlamps, far off flames.
Birdsong heralds the new day,
blackness diluted by steel grey.
Dawn arrives to claim her prize,
morning cries for nights demise.
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