While We Are Sleeping

. With songs at bedtime moss covered carpets soften sounds of night music Soft is the cadence of dark as it bewitches the night While we take our rest Little frogs slide down moonbeams And croak with delight taking a carnival ride under a full moon I listen and hear each cricket chirp in the dark chatter and splatter, as they splash their tiny feet in pools of cool moonlit dew Like laughing children insects are playing their harps and dancing with joy long past the midnight hour, while all the world is sleeping ............................................................................... For Russell Snivey’s Contest: “What Happens Under a Full Moon” By Carrie Richards