Night Poem by ANTHONY ANIGBATA

NIGHT

The night has come
The sky's a gloomy canopy
The night fidder must be at it again
Playing its reedy-raw lullaby

The market's a graveside
The moon shinning on our head
The finch on the fence no more
The fete areas deserted

The sun has sailed to sleep
The moon matches
And mounts the charred sky
Sparkling stars stare at empty earth
While trees bow to the push of breeze

Crickets cry from their cozy caves
Angry dogs quarrel late returners
Lamps lit dark tall tents
Scalar spirits search the earth

Dancing lights salutes the streets
Where night clubs burst the earth
With their high-pitch sounds

And at other places souls sleep
With half shot eyes
Afraid of those who only come to steal

Here snores sound louder than sires
As those who sleep side by side
Travel in the chariots of dreams
Soon dawn shall drive by
And the once empty streets shall be
But a lousy and busy place

Day by day comes this night
Through its unfathomed path
Throwing silence to this place
This place it has cast in darkness