The Dark Night

The night was pitch dark
The moon on a holiday.
There was stillness in the park
All quiet after a busy day.
No breeze rustled the leaves
Shadowy trees all around.
No squirrel scurried across the eaves
Not a beetle on the ground.
No cricket chirped in high pitch
Not a soul stirred in the quiet night
This is the night you might see a witch
Who prowls in the dead of the night.

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