Cold night

Dashing cutely through the darks,
conveying message of calmness,
placating every agitated soul,
trees and leaves also feel,
it’s a cold night.

Crickets are chirping,
frogs’re making seducing sounds,
birds are tweeting,
all gang’s up to sonnet sequence,
it’s a cold night.

The sky’s cloud laden,
sending down gentle drizzles,
like solitary driblet, it leaks,
stars beading in freckling pattern,
it’s a cold night.

My doss allures,
charming than it ever was,
waiting to under the adventurous preregination,
into the other land of immaginations,
it’s a cold night.

Att it continues,
Trailing down gradually.
Albeit seeming longer than usual,
Dawn is abysmal,
It’s a cold night.