Crowning of the Night

Day stifled by the blanket of twilight,

many odd things had creeped about o'er the softened earth,

and everywhere upon,

they still crept in the cover of the black.

Moving in symphony,

not missing a note with they're tiny jittery ways they were.

All were here for the event of the night,

formally clad and punctual to the dot.

A wondrous crowd,

together in a clout.

So what's the celebration you ask?

The joy and delight filing the night?

It's the crowing of the night!!

 

Cody Ripple 2005