there will be no sounds,
the road is lonely tonight,
travelers will stay off the
asphalt ways, the blackest
of nights
will not be pierced
by headlights
animal eyes will not be bright
spots appearing to float lightly
to escape, in the darkness,
no engine noises will echo in the trees,
and cause mothers to gather their young
and tell them in animal voices why
no one is allowed to go out after dark
even for a family walk to the park,
across the treeless way
where they can play
with garbage cans' contents,
but rather stay in and be content,
with the gathering of fur with breathing
in the still air, restful sounds and a
peace to be shared with care and oh,
but there will be darkness that hearkens
sleep with dreams of play, teeth flashing,
rough fur rising along the spine,
just don't cross that line,
and leave the nest alone tonight,
for even the darkness has teeth that bite.
©DWE112013
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
there will be no sounds,
the road is lonely tonight,
travelers will stay off the
asphalt ways, the blackest
of nights
will not be pierced
by headlights
animal eyes will not be bright
spots appearing to float lightly
to escape, in the darkness,
no engine noises will echo in the trees,
and cause mothers to gather their young
and tell them in animal voices why
no one is allowed to go out after dark
even for a family walk to the park,
across the treeless way
where they can play
with garbage cans' contents,
but rather stay in and be content,
with the gathering of fur with breathing
in the still air, restful sounds and a
peace to be shared with care and oh,
but there will be darkness that hearkens
sleep with dreams of play, teeth flashing,
rough fur rising along the spine,
just don't cross that line,
and leave the nest alone tonight,
for even the darkness has teeth that bite.
©DWE112013
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