Village Night Poem by Kwai Chee Low

It's another starry night,
many more hours before first light.
Cool night air, swirling mist,
forming shadows at every twist.

Traipsing along village roads,
my companion is the croak of toads.
Bullfrogs in nightly serenades,
competing hard for accolades.

A pale moon peeks through the tree.
I admire it with open glee.
Storm clouds have gathered for a week,
the moon and stars nowhere to seek.

I make a stop at the village stream,
flitting fireflies glitter and gleam.
Flashes of fish in the waters,
a favorite haunt of hungry otters.

A couple in low voices
contemplating their midnight choices
of cakes, candies and strawberries,
at this their favored of all sanctuaries.