Dead Of Night Poem by Alison Gaff

I looked up to the sky, in the dead of night
The thinnest of moon's, just a slither of light
Then one by one stars did appear
Now darkness does not harbour fear
The night is silent and so still
The air is fresh, gives me a chill
I stand there looking up to the sky
To see how many stars I spy
They twinkle here and sparkle there
The stars are shining everywhere
Then as the sun begins to rise
The stars go out before my eyes.