She walks in beauty, like the night

She walks in beauty, like the night

and softly moves chasing her shadow

looking up at the moon in delight

she sits for a while, listening

to the distant noises

of slow and fast-moving traffic

and hears a familiar call

which she rejects this time

as she knows it will happen again

but on this beautiful night

there's much to be done.

(1st poem for NaPoWriMo)

First line stolen from 'She Walks in Beauty' by Lord Byron (George Gordon)