Poem: My Night, by Joey Nicholson

The setting sun had gone away
And ended just another day
The silence left by all the birds
Was all my weary ears had heard

I closed the door, turned out the light
Just as the moon appeared at night
Then turned the corner as I do
Most every night, just passing through

I saw a deer just standing there
No motion, movement, anywhere
But just as both our eyes did meet
Brown leaves crunched beneath my feet

With darting speed, amazing pace
He turned his corner, won his race
Up and over, through the woods
My night was done, my night was good

Written by Joey Nicholson
April 18, 2022







Author: poetryfest

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