Oh saintly night,
you, where the moon strolls by,
and the stars palpitate
with the blinks of the sky,
tell her, tell her her chirps
aren’t songs made of light
that she ought to fly high
right where her lashes
meet the eye.

Oh holy night,
you, where the dusk meets the dawn,
and the owls screech from her cries,

tell her, tell her

she ought to embrace her eyelids tight
right before the dusk meets the dawn,
that she bickers caw instead of chants.

please just tell her,

she ought to embrace her eyelids tight
right before the dusk meets the dawn.

 Oh Godly night,

You, where the silence awakes
and the peace in our sleep is found,
tell her, just tell her,
she is like a woodpecker in an oak pine
that she constantly pecks in my ear
and in my heart.

 Oh worldly night

You, where the tent of my vision now lies
and where my sleep takes me to meet the sky,
tell her that she is finally legal to take a fly
that she can conquer the world
with just her smile,
but please just tell her
that first she ought to embrace her eyelids tight
right before the dusk meets the dawn.

Written by L.L.

 Prompt: “Constantly screaming neighbor who bickers with their family…keeping the whole campground annoyed.”

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