Night Theater

It came in great bouts of white, 

the ever dark night. 

It was before me, cascading through the air, 

leaving only silence in its wake. 

Cats, dogs, even the occasional squirrel squirming from 

the shocks of darkest and bright. 

Trees, the white painted upon their bristles, shuttered, 

the slightest cracks in their cores. 

Nature and storm play together in the theater of night.

Applauds for their roles in the terrific fright. 

Oh joy! Oh fun! Come again as one! 

Author's Note

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