Crisp night with glistening stars
Way above the din of cars
Moistened grass with fresh, green dew
A faint noise and a buzz that's new
The pitter-patter, the trickle of rain
Down the long, dark, black lane
Approaching the mailbox, the lightened, bright lamp
To feel the powerful sky that was damp
Exertion of night, advance in my walk
The silence of nature, the whisper of talk
Completed the squat, accomplished the task
The duty was done, the questions were asked
Scampering towards the warm, cozy home
To find that I, was not all alone.
By: Allison F.
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