Wednesday, January 21, 2015
a dark stormy night
a plane flies by in the pristine blue sky
a bird follows suit
his mother behind him chirping
"Come back soon, dinner is almost ready, boiled newt!"
a chipmunk streaks by
a greedy look in her wide, brown eyes
a wind blows
the tree tries to flick away
who's been tapping incessantly all day
a mole hurries to dig his hole
a raindrop falls
with more ready to follow
a worm starts his long crawl
as a cat swaggers along at a leisurely pace
an attempt to save face
as a brown speckled mouse disappears underground
the white fluffy clouds begin to drift away
done for the day
however, instead of the bright twinkling guardians of the night
a wall of grey takes their place
discouraging unkindly any who attempt to give light
before just a gentle breeze
now starts to release
a powerful wheeze
the little bird returns home
and his mother sings a little tune
as she shuts the shutters
and dares the door to open
FOR WHAT IS A STORMY NIGHT GOOD FOR, EXCEPT TO TO CUDDLE UP AND SNORE AWAY?
the chipmunk now fed on all her stolen loot
amongst which some boiled newt
pulls the blanket tighter
and eyes her rubber boots
FOR WHAT IS A STORMY NIGHT GOOD FOR, EXCEPT TO FIND MORE TO DECORATE HER TREE?
the mole now safe in his hole
pulls out his flute
FOR WHAT IS A STORMY NIGHT GOOD FOR, EXCEPT TO DANCE AWAY?
with all his friends
now on the hard concrete
begins to sigh
FOR WHAT IS A STORMY NIGHT GOOD FOR, EXCEPT TO REMEMBER THE SUNSHINE?
having gotten over his defeat
proceeds to curl up at his mistress' feet
FOR WHAT IS A STORMY NIGHT GOOD FOR, EXCEPT TO PRETEND TO BE FRIGHTENED AND GET AN EXTRA TREAT?
oh what is a stormy night good for, except to think of all of these?
author of BeKaH's Blog