The Night, by Gianna Clesceri Grabowski

Summer Night in Arizona, by Max Ernst (USA, France, b. Germany) 1944

The Night

A pearly orb floats eerily in the sky like a ghost,
Without any strings attached,
A dead marionette,
Rocks rough like grandfather skin,
Ancient like a grandfather's clock,
Deep green and blue hues fill the sky,
Soft like velvet, scratchy like burlap,
The situation is mysterious like a black cat and
Cold like a piece of ice sliding down your back.
Alone, deep in nowhere this place stands,
Unknown to beings,
Only the beetles and bugs live here,
Away from the constant stomping of the living,
And the romping of the travelers,
Here, 
Creepers creep,
Sleepers, sleep,
In this cavern of the dead.

Gianna Clesceri Grabowski

Gianna Clesceri Grabowski is a 12 year old that lives for chocolate ice cream and makes mandalas in her backyard every month. She lives in New England by the ocean and enjoys taking walks with her father and friends there often.