How really eerie becomes the inky night,
Which street lights illuminate with pitiful glow,
Revealing alien shadows in swift flight,
And ghostly noises that echo 'in vacuo'.
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This is a great piece Ernestine: the narrative flow well as do all your pieces. Highlighted are excellent use of rhyme (as ever) with a poem that illustrates a love for the form and a skill in producing it.
Yes, I have to agree with Duncan's comment - the word 'atmosphere' describes it to a T. I can just hear that wind whistling, and hear the hoot of the owl, sense the life of the night creatures on the prowl and feel the raw chill in the air. This is a great write, Ernestine, and I enjoyed it immensely. Love, Fran xx
Atmosphere, atmosphere, , so much atmosphere, in tune with the senses of the night in write, so awesome *******ERNESTINE******* I think you are a wonderful poet Love duncan XXXXXXX
Ernestine loved this one a 'Classic' if ever there was one. Sid John xxx