by Lilian Moore
I like
the quiet breathing
of the night,
the tree talk
the wind-swish
the star light.
Day is
glare-y
loud
scary.
Day bustles.
Night rustles.
I like
night.
from Sing a Song of Popcorn: Every Child's Book of Poems selected by Beatrice Schenk de Regniers, Eva Moore, Mary Michaels White, Jan Carr, 1988, Scholastic
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