Silent Visitor
At night comes a guest unbidden,
To see me off to sleep,
Silent as dusk does he float in
By my side to safe me keep.
He bears a coat of gray,
With some yellow strewn around,
His dark dusty coat may,
Leave a colored trail on the ground.
I’ve no fear of his quiet ways,
Indeed, some nights I do not see,
As, in he enters, tired from day,
Wishing a good night’s sleep on me.
But sleep he doesn’t, not at night,
For when the sun goes down,
Then does he gain better sight,
Than when the sun’s around.
All day long he flits and hides
In shadow or dark enclave,
But when at night Full Moon shines,
Some light or lamp does he crave.
And so at night he comes to me,
A guest unbidden indeed,
I often wait till the Grey Moth comes,
For to sleep his silent song, I need.
posted by AWY @ 9:31 AM
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