Where rivers flow and willows weep, <br />where moonshine spreads its cheesy grin, <br />there will be promises to keep <br />of primal fear and mortal sin. <br /> <br />Where nightowls call and field mice squeak, <br />where dingoes howl their yippee-yooh, <br />there will be feathers and dead beaks <br />from bloody feasts, til morning dew <br />will so completely cover soon <br />each blade of grass, each dropp of blood. <br />The shadow of a late racoon, <br />runs to the river, through the mud. <br /> <br />And, as the darkness slowly lifts, <br />a new beginning takes its place, <br />as now occurs a drastic shift <br />for members of the human race. <br /> <br />All nights are black and scare us humans. <br />We sense the devil and his mates, <br />who roam around and hand out omens <br />to keep us from the Pearly Gates.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/starry-starry-nights/
