Night Shadows
The night created the changing forms that moved
as the frightened child lay in her bed.
Under the covers she hid away from the monsters
before they could manage to get into her head.
From out of the scary, humid, darkness of the cave
she found herself at the foot of a rainbow.
Sitting on yellow tinged red grass beneath a pink sky,
the sun cast its ever-changing glow.
A dapper red spotted bullfrog sat beside her
and introduced himself, as Thomas Black.
He spoke of his peculiar friends that lived near by
that moved sideways and never forward or back.
They moved around in circles all day,
just watching them made him dizzy.
He'd much rather swim in a lemonade pond
full of bubbles that were tastefully fizzy.
There was also his friend Jacob Kabinski
who sang opera in the morning very early,
now that may not sound all that unusual,
but burping whilst singing, well really.
Last week saw a procession of soldier ants
that were marching home from war.
Six apples were pushed by some of them,
whilst the rest rolled along in the core.
She asked Thomas if it was time for breakfast,
and the frog looked up at the sun.
'Doesn't time go fast when you're enjoying yourself,
I think breakfast calls for tea and a bun.'
The colours suddenly faded into brightness
and Thomas disappeared from sight.
Mother let daylight in through the curtains,
it was morning instead of night.
poem by Orlando Belo
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