And er’e the sun was laid to rest
When Night Jar sang his first tune.
A radiance is seen to lighten the east,
As a silvered plater arose the moon.
Fading gloaming when lovers plight
Their troth, is welcomed by the
Speckled moth that flutters around
The brightest light, while petalled
Flowers hide their faces at night.
Tis time for creature’s ner’e seen
By days bright hours, to forage
Betwix nights scented bowers.
Cool the night but not so the lovers
Warm embrace, as her Mate kisses with
Eager lips his brides flushed face, her
Neck her shoulders her breasts proud tips.
And the moon behind silver lined cloud
Secretly peeps through cyclopic eye of