Noises Of The Night Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Noises Of The Night



Calls of the wild,
As midnight arrives,
Deep in the forest,
They spring to life.
A lone old fox,
Seeks out his prey,
This is the end to another long day.
The owl gives a cry,
As he spies a small vole,
The crows roost up high,
On the telegraph pole,
There is life right here,
And it can be heard,
The sounds of the wings,
From a flapping bird,
The place is full,
Of the sounds from the night,
Keeping well hidden,
Way out of sight.

Jayne Louise Davies

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