The Valley On A Winter Night

The chill of winter bites into the skin And the valley sleeps in muffled din In the freezing blustery winter night The shivering trees stay huddled and tight Stars have lined up in the sky With cotton clouds swiftly sailing by The moon light seeping through the veil Makes the foliage glisten in the dale Sharp noises sounding eerie Leave the valley a place so scary These sounds parley in a tongue unknown Of gory tales, so far to none ever known Did some cannibal tribe ever congregate In this nether territory to live segregate What midnight revels had they once held No one knows and history stays so cold Now, amid thickets and thorny shrubs Wherein darkness, like a Fiend proudly struts And in leaf fringed corners and crevices wide Serpents coil with poisonous fangs in hide Look, the sly fox walking stealthily away After feeding greedily on his hapless prey, Through the ravine and down the furrow How he sneaks into his covert burrow The glassy brook that mirrored the skies Now in dark, under a thick blanket lies But the water rushing through pebbles and rocks With sonorous music, the nightly calm breaks Among the branches of towering trees Birds have perched and roost in peace Little birdies with downy feathers Cuddle under their mothers' splayed wings From far off woods comes a shrieking howl As frightening as the hoots of an eagle owl Wind rushing through needle pines Sounds like a child when he in pain whines Now the valley sleeps in muffled din Until the Sun for his ritual parades in In day light the valley would be up and awake And life, for sure, will a renewed turn take