Night

It is a pantoum I wrote about the night sky.

Night

Looking up through the trees
Stars are shimmering, winking at me
So much like me
hiding secrets in the dark

Stars shimmering, winking
laid on the black velvet blanket of night
hiding their secrets in the dark
in all of night's glory

Layed on the black velvet blanket of night
the moon sits, proud and luminous
in all of night's glory
soon giving way to dawn and day.