Dark Night

• Eva Lindsay, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2008

Dark night


The wind is blowing through the trees
It is a cold night
The leaves are whispering to me
I’m filled with fright.

There are no owls cooing
It is dead silence
All the creatures are asleep
There will be no violence.

I’m walking through
The damp cold air
The moon is full
There’s nothing to despair

I can hear the birds cheeping
I can see the sun’s dome
It is nearly morning
I can go home.