The night


Under the night sky is my favorite place to be, especially when you’re with me,
I love it when the car is parked, and we wait till it gets dark,
Then we count the stars, as we sit there in the car,
And we watch as are the foxes come out to play, because it is no longer a day,
We listen to the owl hoo,
As the owl sits in front of the moon,

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My poem is about the night in the woods.