Wrapped in a black blanket,
The sky was deep asleep.
Everything was muted,
Was that for the sky to sleep?
The lone star twinkled,
Through the cover,
Was it a signal,
To its lover?
The crickets spoke to each other,
Breaking the silence.
It made me wonder,
Did they lose their patience?
The frogs croaked,
In a tune,
Were they waving a good bye
To the cool moon?
The black shroud slowly moved,
Making the sky a little bright.
The sun was ready to peep out,
And spread around its light.