There was a girl who loved to dance
Anytime she was given the chance
But one day she tripped
And her tendon ripped
What a dire circumstance!
Stealthy, solitary, sad.
Dark blue and mysterious eyes.
Sleek, spotted, soft fur.
Walking over a lush green meadow
to play with the dandelions,
its only friends.
Then chewing their heads off
and slowly walking away towards the lake.
Taking a deep drink,
causing the clear water to ripple.
Making its way back to the
auburn colored forest,
tail swishing, and disappearing.
Silent as death…
Until the cool breeze sends
A wave of rustling leaves
to the snow covered blue mountains,
up, up, and up…
then, gone.
Night is when you turn out the light
Darkness enclosing every space
And nothing but your eyes shine bright
Night is your feet rustling your bed sheets
And mysterious hands caressing your face
And looking for something that you need
but can’t find
Night is where voices sing near your bed
The voices you can’t get out of your head
Night is the sound of creaking
The sound of someone playing the piano
And the sound of your own breathing
Night is when you start to wait for
magical things, real or not
to happen to you.
Whether its a dream or a nightmare
Or strange noises coming from the stairs.
Night can be beautiful, peaceful, serene
scary, nasty, horrific and mean
There might be surprises for tonight
But you’ll never know what things might happen
until you turn out
the light.