Stars they shine                                    

on the lake so bright,                                    

Stardust on the water                    

bringing luminescence to this night,                                        

Faeries fly in and out of the dust                                              

as it does fall,                      

Its branches drink the water                              

the willow elegant and tall,                                                

The smell of  chestnut oak, silver birch                                        

and damp soil fill the air,                                

A spider cocoons a moth                    

with never a care,                                    

A symphony by the crickets              

plays at the oak trees base,                                        

A family of bats they listen quietly                                      

eyes closed serene of face,                              

An owl sits on the highest branch                              

looking for a midnight snack,                                                

He spies a small mouse scurrying                        

and with a swoop is on the attack,                          

A lone doe drinks at                              

the waters edge,                            

The stag on the look out                        

stands near the hedge,                                    

Baby bunnies jump in clover                      

some stand and sniff the air,                            

Their mother makes a noise                      

a warning to beware,                            

A magpie flies in                                    

beak full of silver stardust,                                      

To own the things that sparkle                                    

for him is a must,                                              

A male thrush twitches                                        

in his nest,                              

The female keeps their eggs covered                      

but nestles into his chest,                              

The moon shines in this clearing                                

captures this rare sight,                                        

Softest breeze echoes barest words                                         

as mother nature says goodnight….    

                    

.x.

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