Night

by Maddie Davies aged 13

Neck craned, glistening white
Winds unfurl, the swan gives flight
Shimmering lake, waxing moon
Stars appear, birds cease their tune
Branches like lace, snails trace
whispering wind, silver fish finned
the lone wolf’s cry, the owls hoot
like a mellifluous melody on a flute
tear laden grass, polished stone
quivering mouse, white as bone
shards of grass, mirroring the moon
and all that’s heard is the animal’s haunting tune

One Response to “Night”

  • Bob

    This poem is the best poem I have ever read,(other than Shakespeare and oscar wilde) what a lad is maddie(howard the kindle,woooh)

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