Night Life

Pinpricks in the canvas

That blankets the earth

With darkness, mating

Croaks pierce night air,

Flireflies dance to

Whispering winds as

Flowers embue air with

Scents divine, brooks

Trill over rocks of ages,

Dew settles on blades

Of grass, I fly the moon

On a thin, long string

So the wolf will howl

In the distance, thus a

Perfect night created.

By Gail Constable

From: Canada

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