A n errant dog barks at the crescent moon.
A silent leaf to the ground does swoon.
Quiet are the dusty winding ways
Except for a hoot through the opaque haze.
A guard yawns loud and rather lazily .
While the drunk weaves about very crazily .
Silence sings the song of the cricket
Moonlight gleams on the leaves of the thicket
The twinkling stars blink away the night
And it is soon time for the first daylight .
The cloak of darkness parts for the nascent sun.
Heralding that the new day has just begun.
The cricket’s nightsong gives way to twitter
The wake- up call for every living critter .
As Day follows Night in eternal rotation
A diurnal cycle of never ending COMPLETION.
Writer's Island Prompt / 25 April 2008 :"COMPLETION"