Chatterbox: Inkwell

Here's a poem I wrote like a year ago that i just rediscovered, and I'm pretty proud of it, I must say......

 
All asleep in their own beds,
Humans really do not know,
What wonder lurks inside their house,
Shadows dancing to and fro.

When humans turn down their lights,
Shadows seem to disappear,
But they come out again,
When they know the coast is clear.

They dance around, silently,
Lighter than a sparrows feather,
They'll be friends, 'til the end,
Happily all trooping together.

And then at half an hour  to twelve,
They lightly flutter all outside,
And  though they're dark every time,
They always look on the bright side.

They dance around the small back roads,
In such a silent, grand parade,
Dressed in black and silvery robes,
Keep up with the midnight escapade!

All through farm house,
And to the wolves den,
Swim through the river,
And around the bend.

Finally they creep,
All the way home,
They do not sleep
When we do not roam...

I thought it peaceful,
To think of these things,
Shadows, instead of
Gold, or diamonds rings.

So, anyway, whaddaya think?

Kangaroo hopping over and out the door!