Good Night

A poem

The bright thumbnail moon hangs low in the west

While the planet of love is doing her best

To catch his attention with her twinkling eye:

"Hey there big brother, we own the sky!"

Now soft on the breeze comes the slow, lonesome sound

Of the solo debut from a sleepy old hound

Then three tardy geese cruise by overhead

Rushing, no doubt, to their favorite goose bed

As they pass by the trees and sail out of sight,

I feel one thing's for certain, this will be a good night!

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

A rare and bright poem, and exceptionally well written. Great imagery and good word choices and rhymes that bring the reader into the "good night." Nice work. I look forward to reading more from you.