Poems

Night

The sky is beautiful

If she where a woman I'd call her a ten

She'd have the stars in her eyes

And hair dark as night

She'd be wise but not much smart

And have skin as pale as the moon

But a smile as bright as the sun

She'd be from all walks of life

And have people right under her thumb

She'd have admirers from afar

And animals at her feet

She'd be trusting yet devious

And kind but cunning

She would be everything but yet, nothing