Nighttime

Nightime: 

By: Shivali H. Patra, California

My eyes drooping.

The night sky, black as paint.

The nocturnal still venture out in 

these ungodly hours. 

No sunlight or moonlight to guide us home. 

Just the cars in front of us, 

fleeting like a herd of ants.  

The dark billowly shadows of the mountains and trees. 

Remind of a time, 

Once in Hawaii, 

When we drove to a mountain. 

Many mountains and trees are in Hawaii too,

 and they cast long shadows over the streets. 

The night is long and far. 

And I wish to be under the covers of my bed, 

shrouded in warmth and comfort. 

But if this is where I must be

then I’ll be here. 

In the darkness of the night. 

Where the coyotes still venture out. 

And the only light is the herd of cars. 

On this long winding dark road. 

Author's Note: Nighttime has a special place in my heart, I wrote it during a particularly meaningful day to my family and I, so it's been a symbol of that day. This poem also won an Honorable Mention in Scholastic's Art & Writing Awards, so feel free to check it out there as well! 

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