Woodland Life…the cycles of day and night

Rarely do I use a four line stanza and A,A,B,B rhyming scheme, but sometimes it suits my purpose, and as long as the rhymes are smooth and allow movement, I’ll use them. Additionally I like to use words not found in any dictionary as it evokes a feeling and adds texture to the work. I hope you enjoy this one.
Woodland, a crucible of life…
Titchy crickets bark at night,
while sleeping dogs by fires, delight.
Huddled birds like fluffed round balls,
despise the frost on timbers tall.
Etched white moon suspended high,
smiling wistful heaven’s eye.
Scurried fur and claw repeal,
no death or food tonight appeal.
Instead like men by fire’s light,
in burrows warm they spurn the night.
To forage when that golden orb,
release the shadows day is born.
Cabin crack and timber moan,
to greet the frosted vista shown.
Through misty panes to sun’s delight,
humans yawn farewell to night.
Woods alive with woken beasts,
to join the throng of living see.
Cloudless cover rich in hue,
until the jewels of dark ensue.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Fascinating! I love it, Tony. This is unusual for you and well done. The rhyme and flow is smooth and very pleasing. May woodland cycles of day and night continue in peace always. Beautiful.
Glad you appreciated it Phyllis, a little different but I’m happy with it. Take care.
Really loved the fascinating nighttime walk into the woodland.
Glad you enjoyed it Rasma, thank you and have a great day!
Beautifully rhymed, perfection with a pen. I loved this Tony, a change for you, but a welcome one too. You can rhyme with the best of them;-) I felt everything come alive in those Woodlands cycles of day and night. Well done, Cheers.
Glad you enjoyed it Vincent, I do love getting back to nature and all the nuances of life cycles. Cheers my friend.
Excellent rhyming verse. Not your usual cup of tea, but still amazing. Great flow and rhyme and a lovely walk through the silent hours of the moon. Well done my friend.
Much appreciated Paul. Cheers!