Beauty of Night

Silver ball roles in dark-deep-blue-mix sky, Silhouettes of trees, as deer-antlers, lie; An angel seems swiftly appear and pray, Pink spreads like special effect of a play...! Moon, like a princess, now swims in blue lake, Escorted by stars; each looks like a snow-flake; Does the angler fish torching moon-star paths, Know that in lake-tubs they're having their baths...? Is the wolf searching his companion lost? Is he eyeing, a fawn to get exhaust? That owl in thick spectacles seems to scan, Night-scapes as though for them he has a plan...! Hay-roof-huts look like Siberian cats, Stooping in silence to catch brown field-rats? Insomniac frogs croak feeling unease, While chirping of crickets are yet to cease...! Enchantments of night-scenes feelings evoke, Not to express, silence, my mind does choke; Words, yet, like streams betwixt Hyacinth fields, Flood from my pen breaking orthodox shields...! 14 November 2022 Beauty Of Night Contest Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Sotto Poet