Dear Night

Dear Night, I love these sleepless nights

When dark winds blow and autumn bites.

A furry friend rests at my feet,

The sweetest thing, a loving treat.

But lambs leer laughter, not one bleat.

My heart, it raps a pounding beat.

As whispers skirt the empty street.

And still the lambs refuse to baa,

Are swallowed by Night’s yawning maw.

And then with slivered eye I saw

The silvered light, Sky’s sickled claw

That etched its shadows in the lawn.

And as I wait for coming dawn

I realize now this morning’s flaw:

The clocks have whisked, the night is gone.

I must have slept, I softly yawn.

Dear Night, we’ll call tonight a draw.