Folk Night

- by Elaine Liew

Once upon a midnight clear,
Two young peers fought endlessly
with all their might.
Though, neither one had reason to start,
neither boy had time to 'right'.

An owl stood hooting.
Staring out about,
like two flames hovering above a trunk.
Inhaling the scene,
air and all,
Emiting queer wisdom; never seen.

The air becomes warm and humid;
stinks of sweat and rotting seaweed.
The moon light's shinning
reflects their likenss,
darkness covering their weaknesses.

Panting and huffing,
raving and scuffing;
it's base to the nightly opus.
Changing rhthyms, slow and quick,
always varying never regular.

Giant trees cover, with their foliage,
the humming, droning,
buzzing and puffing
of the two step dancing
under the grandeur of
the forest canopy.

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