A boy walks out the door, <br />Slithers down the path, <br />Into the starry night, <br />Not looking back, <br />Hearing an angels voice, <br />The trees danced in place, <br />The wind played with hair, <br />And he whistled along, <br /> <br />A girl danced up to his side, <br />Taking his hand and danced, <br />They danced past one, <br />Sat down at five after, <br />and watched the moon move past, <br /> <br />The boy fell asleep, <br />As everyone said good-night, <br />By morning, everyone was gone, <br />except one, <br /> <br />The boy lay motionless, <br />Cold as ice and white as snow, <br />But happy as a the night<br /><br />Dawn Armstrong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-happens-in-the-middle-of-the-night/
