A Night in Noise

They both fiddle and dwindle

The fireflies whilst they kindle

A lone night as they mingle

Along with stars and sly giggles

Loud a night for the coy arachnids

That swing timidly at their strings

Below the quiet, breezy symphony

Of snoring rocks and shallow leaves

With them the moon neglects her sleep

Bearing red eyes towards the incessant beep

So as she begs and pleads for quiet, at least

The parade shall reign, ignoring her say