Monday, December 12, 2022

- NIGHT- 4. Reporters - Poem by Kayla Ng for Gold Arrow Award (Creativity)

 NIGHT

When the sun goes down at the end of the day 

And mothers call children back from their play

When birdies towards their nests they fly

The sacred moon takes her place in the sky

The doors are locked, the lamps are snuffed

The curtains, drawn, the pillows, fluffed

The stars show up in pictures bright

Stories, they tell throughout the night

The kids fast asleep in a snug room

Magnificent dreams, their minds do loom

The kitchen cat stirs to the squeak of a mouse

The big black dog guards the door of the house

The silent veil of peaceful air

Broken only by howls from the wolf in his lair

A mother hushes her baby's cries

As an owl hoots near, with lamp-like eyes

A bat that soars through the night with wing

Finds enough food to feast like a king

As midnight draws near, twelve times the clock strikes

The darkest of hours, the middle of nights

The milky way shines, a splash of blue light

Its sparkles and beauty keep hope in sight

The moon calls out loudly, her silent voice heard

"Dawn is approaching, but please rest assured

Tonight we'll meet again just like before

For now, go to sleep and please rest some more"

And saying so she sunk out of sight

So thus ending the rule of the night

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