The nightly winds howl

as I lie in bed, awake.

I can hear the frogs.

As their endless croaks

get louder and louder, I

become more restless.

As I turn back and 

forth in my bed, I notice

the moon floating high.

Enchanted by it's

beauty, I forget about

the annoying croaks.

What is this? A spell?

Is this normal? I wondered. 

I laid there gazing.

Little by little,

my eyes began to close . All

that was bright, turned dark.