The coat of the night

When the night spreads her dark coat over the deserted town,
when the human creatures drape themselves in their beds
and finally fall into oblivion,
Imperceptibly, another world awakens.
The doll houses, aligned in neat rows,
abandon their competition to show the same vague color,
only remain their jagged ridges, an uninterrupted lace festoon,
The street lights watch, like sentinels, their long stems carrying a unique faded flower,
and stetch their frail neck over the streeet shining from the last rain.
Then, then the frogs awaken in the ditches saturated with water
to celebrate the fertile rain,
tirelessly,
thousands of voices sing the blessing of the essence of life.