The Night

Three short poems that I turned into one. I don't know whether it's corny or not, but I like it.

The Night

I love the night

and her surprises,

all her mysteries

and guises.

What does she hold?

The moon and the stars,

and bats that hang

from window ledges,

then fall into her arms.

So, how can I close the curtains,

and shut out

all those stars?

Deny the night

my room’s dim light

and deny my room

her charms.