Too Old to Party
When we’re all asleep, it’s party time. Another revision of an oldie – had fun writing this!
When Sun slips into sleep,
the old man moans
and sets night
twinkling.
Ach! — it’s party time again.
Night tickles the Stars
they giggle, quiver
and wink with delight.
Old fusty scowls –
forgetting his own
youthful hi-jinks.
Moon drifts by
flaunting pale makeup,
joins the flirting —
stars blowing kisses.
Old crabby tut-tut’s
closing his curtains.
Sun stretches;
long fingers prod Aurora awake.
Sky-larkers snuggle the duvet
that covers darkness.
Old Sky blushes
when Day’s fresh kisses
brighten him up, bit-by-bit.
© capricorn 2023
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