The Night - Poem by Sheila Stead
The moon goes drifting through the sky,
Lighting up the clouds as it passes bye.
Letting out it's silvery light,
Making shadows in the night.
Up high, an earie hoot from a lonely owl.
Below, the nocturnal creatures prowl,
Darkness colours the fox a deepest grey,
As he stalks his unsuspecting prey.
Legends breed from the cloak of night,
Stories which hide from eyes with daylight sight,
When darkness reigns, it is another world,
A mystery tale which is hardly unfurled.
Ferral cats make their mournful wail,
The moon looks down, round and pale,
Then tinges of red, it is the dawn,
Day returning, the night is gone.
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