Dark is the night.
Lonely is the sight.
Bright is the moon.
It is a boon.

Hoot, said the owl.
The weather smelt foul.
Croak, said the frogs
Hopping away from the dogs.

Meow, said the cat
And dropped its hat,
When it saw a rat
Run over a doormat.

Yawns, the little child
With a cute smile,
Hugging his little teddy
And asleep already.

©baisakhibhattacharya
<11th March, 2020>