Midnight

Dark night

sleeping stars

the only sound

is passing cars.

The rocks are whispering

granite to shale.

They are telling

an eerie tale.

About ghosts and heroes

and bats in flight.

It certainly is

a scary night.

What was your night like last night?  Was it a good one?  Did you sleep well?  Did you have pleasant dreams?  Can you write a poem about your night?  Or how about a poem about your dream?  Have fun writing.