Till First Morning Light

A poem about nature and insects from a different point of view.

‘Till First Morning Light

By: Caleb Smith

A great composer sits in the night.

Staring out his window,

Into the black and yellow light.

He knows he must work,

With all his might,

From now,

‘Till first morning light.

To convey a message to his lover,

That he wants her in his arms,

And no other.

But it’s hard to know,

Which notes are wrong?

And which are right?

When love to him seems,

 So black and white.

Abruptly, his neighbor,

She awakes with a fright.

She awakes from her dreams.

She heard the sound of terrible screams.

Why God?

Why tonight?

Must this cricket!

Keep me awake ‘till first morning light?

Author's Note

I am just beginning to explore creative writing. I would just like an overall review.