RIPPLES ON THE BAYThe darkness stalks across the bay,Like a brigand at his trade, Wraps neatly around each ripple, Like a suit that's tailor made. The night birds call replaces, The seagulls raucous squawk, Grassed foreshores now deserted, Where children played and talked. Moored boats mirrored by moonlight, Graceful Pelicans gone from sight, Those restful ripples on the shore, Become the music of the night. Cormorants all now rest their wings, Their long necks tucked away, Stingrays with their dance like moves, Cause gentle ripples on the bay. Drink in the seaside solitude, Of paradise with a dash, Feel the twinge of soft alarm, When a mullet makes a splash. The guttural croak of a green frog, The frenzied hum of the Mozzie, Direct our now hypnotic state, Into the silence of our reverie! The lights now dim in every house, Moonlight reflects their very form, The eyelids of the windows shut, Until the break of dawn! Soon, the music of the night is gone, Now a new sun breaks the day, The sound of children laughing, Form different ripples on the bay. |
