The sun sets behind the hills and the animals come out to play. The owls and bats fly overhead until the break of day. The crickets chirp, the wind dies down, all is silent, not a sound. Darkness is here, time to sleep. Close your eyes and don't you peek.
Shadows cover and steal the ground, tied to the grass, dark is bound.
So lay down you head and go you may, until the night turns into day. Kathy Moore Back to the Writers Index Illustrations courtesy of District 7 art students. The rain Slowly patters down From the gray-gloomy sky. The raindrops become Dallops. Racing away from the Whirling, Whistling Wind, Like tadpoles.