NIGHT

The wailings of the night
sends a melodious tune
to the thick and woods
creeping thru the forests and wilds
the chirping of the birds reverberate
from trees breathing with ease

its darkness so strong
could hold strings
for a guitar's play
how silent and calm
that a needle's drop be heard
the duck stay awake

with others fast asleep
like an alert vigilante
its cold breeze
ignites pulsating feeling
through my body veins
you come bearing the moon

which illuminates the earth
by whose light tales are fun
with clansmen gathered
at the village square
giving us silhouettes
better than an artist's work