Wee Hours

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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.

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