rrodriguez

Night Rhythms

The wind sang lullabies,

As the sun died a slow death.

 

The forest hushed & turned eerie,

Soft grunting sounds are heard,

 

The tiny mouse scurries away.

The trees swung their arms,

 

Flowers  curl-up to sleep,

The moon woke up & yawned.

  

The stream murmured as it tiptoed

Gurgling &  jaunting to the waiting pond,

 

While the ocean waves whispered a song.

 

My book called me to converse,

I heeded its incessant call.

 

The book’s words cried their pleas,

 

As the velvet night walked by slowly,

the stars glinting beckoned by the full moon.