A Silent Night
The sun takes a final bow,The black curtain falls to the ground.
Today's show is at an end,
But another show is about to begin.
An orchestra of crickets starts to play
And then begins the frogs with their salute to the day.
The ominous night seems less of a scary place,
With their chattering like old friends.
But what of when there is no chatter?
No happy conversations?
Only a black as coal night,
And a chilling wind.
Quieter, and Quieter the frogs grow,
With tomorrow nowhere in sight
The frogs lullaby is gone
And silence fills the night.
But another show is about to begin.
An orchestra of crickets starts to play
And then begins the frogs with their salute to the day.
The ominous night seems less of a scary place,
With their chattering like old friends.
But what of when there is no chatter?
No happy conversations?
Only a black as coal night,
And a chilling wind.
Quieter, and Quieter the frogs grow,
With tomorrow nowhere in sight
The frogs lullaby is gone
And silence fills the night.
By Megan Webster (2011 Save the Frogs poetry contest)
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