The night draws in.
The last bits of bread eaten,
washed down with some water.
The golden glow from outside
drifts through a slit in the curtain—inside.
The lanterns cast shadows from the trees.
Gently blowing a summer breeze
The leaves whoosh him sound asleep.
The late-night snack of cheese and ham
felt good as he lay in bed curled up with his cat.
Purring, breathing silently—fluffy, furry, cosy.
He watched the nighttime shadow play on his walls.
and on his ceiling, a living theatre of nocturnal nature.
The eyes are heavy, and his lids are slowly closing.
He starts to enter dreamland.
A heavy-laden day comes to its end,
He worked all he could, and now it's time to sleep.
Such a quiet, peaceful, soothing, gentle rest.
The moonlight and the stars up above him shine
and further afield, the seas wave in crystal light.
And everyone and everything joins him in his sleep.
"Goodnight,"
He sleeps well in his dreams.
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Weekly Poems - Book Two - August 2024
PoetryThis is my second book of poems and short stories I've written for Wattpad. I hope you enjoy them.
