In the slack, black, laid back late of night when daytime hibernates, <br />Flowers close, all creatures doze and nature ruminates. <br /> <br />Coiled in corners cats curl up and dream of cream and fish <br />Pups and dogs lay still as logs and smell tomorrow's dish. <br /> <br />Tiny tots and kids in cots and weary working men <br />Snugly snore behind closed door while dewdrops glaze the glen. <br /> <br />Coupled couples acquiesce in quiet quilted bliss, <br />Romeos whose daily woes are cancelled with a kiss. <br /> <br />Grans and grandads, denture free and rheumatism rid, <br />Have counted sheep and now they sleep in wrinkled rhythm hid. <br /> <br />The breeze in trees and babbling brook are all that move out there, <br />Passing through to fields anew, of time all unaware <br /> <br />And angels making night-time calls invisibly invade <br />To do their rounds with silent sounds on harps in heaven played. <br /> <br />And West and East both man and beast coordinated lay. <br />The world's at peace but peace will cease when breaks another day.<br /><br />Terry Donovan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/neutral-night/
