Night Scene
Night Scene
The Cypress trees brush their fingertips
Into the velvety ink,
Painting the skyscape the rich color of night.
It grows darker as it dries.
The crickets chirrup in approval,
The Moon arrives and sinks into its arm chair
Stars sparkle in delight
The big dipper dips,
And the hooty owl hoots,
Darkness cloaks the land
finally...
The meteor show begins.
Katylove©2009
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