A Little Village

This is a poem I wrote for our poetry night event! It’s inspired by stories like Goodnight Moon, following a little town as everyone in it settles in for the night.

Once upon a dreary day in a tiny little village off to the right but just out of sight 

The sun creeps down, slowly drifting to sleep

Barely noticed through the clouds of rain, the darkness of night creeps in from the sides

Though the day could not truly have been called bad, most were glad to be done with the grey grey day

A mother calls her child in for bed, and they’re rubbing their eyes as they’re led to bed 

As they walk in their father rushes out, going to grab wood for their fire that night

As he runs back, trying not to wet the wood he waves at the man in the backyard of the house to the right  

Waving back, the man on the outside the house to the right is a man with a plight 

Should he go and slumber or finish with his lumber? 

He sighs as he decides, lifting his ax back up high 

Thud, his ax lands, splitting the wood for the last time that night, glad to be done and out of the storm

Across the street, the last light in a house goes out, as newborn baby finally falls to sleep 

Her parents creep into their bed with quiet relief, not even going to brush their teeth

A few streets away a farmhand groans, weary down to her bones

Her work for the day has only just been done 

As the sun finally sinks from the sky, her mother welcomes her in with a sigh

Dark as it, her mother has left her dinner out

In the tiny little village just out of site, the diurnal inhabitants have at last put out their lights for the night

Outside, their chickens cluck quietly, settling into their nests of hay

Dogs and cats inside of houses shaking of the rainy day

Horses and cows and even ducks too all prepared for their own slumber

But as the day goes to sleep, owls and badgers and moths awake 

As the moon’s glow begins to show, rain finally drained, nocturnal animals begin to waken

An owl hoots, swooping past the moon and perching on a drooping boot

Awoken by its hunger, a badger awakes from its slumber and a moth lands on its back

Night soon ends, as the sun awakens, sending its blazing rays as the critters return once again to bed

Though the previous day was not quite bad, the sun awakes with the town once more and the day seems far more hopeful than the last

As the sun rises on a beautiful new day it is a bright new day glowing with potential 

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