Night Garden
The garden at night
in the moon light
doesn’t look the way
that it does in the day.
The moon light shines down
upon the dark ground
making shadows fall
while night creatures crawl.
You won’t see a bird.
No bees will be heard.
Although you might see
a night owl in a tree.
A bat in the sky
flies swiftly by.
No butterflies are about,
but the moths have come out.
As moths flutter around
making eerie sounds
that disturbs the darkness
and the swirling night mist.
A cat on the prowl,
the hoot of an owl,
the chirp of a cricket
hid inside a thicket.
The rocks on the ground
form shapes all around.
Images of things
in the daylight unseen.
The moonlit path trail
winds around like a snail,
weaving out and in
back to where it began.
The roses are dim.
You can barely see them
by the ghostly light
in the garden at night.
Copyright © Bonnie Potter | Year Posted 2007
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