Calling To
'AND' NIGHT ... "
The sun is setting,
has already broken bones,
and the nightingale singing
wishes him good night.
Riposan everyone:
in the whisper quiet,
birds chirping their
to have stopped.
And the squirrel,
already half asleep,
walnut
the garden of the house has been forgotten.
In the dark yellow eyes of the owl
presumptuous
monitor the forests and valleys
do with sententious.
Frogs in the pond
not croak more
smile away
the stars up there.
I am tired of the deer,
already shut their eyes
crouches alone
hares and bunnies!
Giulia
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