Night

Night

It comes softly and quietly without warning

Slowly darkening the bright sunlight as it falls over the edge of the earth

Creepying along the outskirts of towns and farms

It covers homes and quarters with its thick blanket of darkness

Wrapping itself tight, almost sufficatingly

It twists its way around trees and bushes

Through cornfields and outhouses

It elopes the tiny farm houses and barns

People watch fearfully from their windows

Horses whine in their stalls, sensing its nearness

Cats scurry under porchs and dogs howl at their doors

The darkness settles silently and thickens

Its dark, arm-like figures reach out

Covering what it has missed

Then, it shoots streams of inky blackness into the air

Almost covering the moon and twinkling stars

Black shadows soon prowl the streets

They move like spirits, because they are

Everyone is inside, its your funeral if you dare leave your home

The dark spirits move quickly and swiftly

From house to house, tree to tree

They move gracefully but mysteriously

For no one knows why or how these shadows move

This is what we have come to call "Night"

Reviews

[Steph]

I loved this! Everything flowed so well. I loved the whole theme of the night and how you conveyed it. I especially loved this line; Everyone is inside, its your funeral if you dare leave your home. You are really talented.

[Kimberly Miller]

Thank you! :)

[Valentine]

Sweetie, for someone so young you are writing some very deep and moving pieces. Nice write. Valentine

[Kimberly Miller]

Aw, thank you so much!