Into the Night

moonby Miranda, Age 13

My favorite time, the time is night,
The time of day, comes after light.

Things go quiet, the owls hoot,
The house is dark, to bed I scoot.

I lay in bed, the blankets warm,
My eyes are closed, my dreams now swarm.

My braid is loose, and behind my head,
I dream of stories, from books I’ve read.

I suddenly wake up, and see the moon,
It’s nearly gone, so dawn is soon.

I get out of bed, with socks on my feet,
I go to the kitchen, for something to eat.

I grab some milk, I grab some toast,
The breakfast food, I like the most.

I sit by the window, and watch the sun rise,
I nibble my toast, as night says goodbye.


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