Midnight Party

Under the shroud of the smooth evening,

Where shadows dance in the pale evening glow,

A mystery gathering, puzzling and great,

In the charmed domain where dreams order.

Twelve o'clock rolls in, a quiet declaration,

As the world sleeps in quietness.

However, in the secret corners of the evening,

A festival starts, washed in moonlight.

The stars sparkle, a divine ensemble,

Inviting animals of unconventional craving.

The owl hoots, a magical pronouncement,

Welcoming all to the 12 PM celebration.

In the core of the woods, a clearing unfurls,

Where enchantment and miracle easily shape.

The trees murmur antiquated stories untold,

As the 12 PM party starts to unfurl.

Animals of the night rise out of the shadows,

In exquisite clothing, with beauty that reverberations.

The moon, their spotlight, radiates down with happiness,

Enlightening the party underneath the tree.

The fox and the bunny, improbable colleagues,

Dance together in twilight forsake.

Their fur shimmers in the silver sheen,

A demonstration of the enchanted that lies between.

The shrewd old owl, roosted on a branch,

Watches the celebrations, his quills in a daze.

He gives shrewdness in hoots and gazes,

Directing the revelers with his knowing airs.

The badger and the hedgehog, a team so fine,

Join the dance, interweaving spines.

They twist and spin in a cadenced daze,

Lost in the charm of the twilight dance.

The 12 PM breeze keeps a frightful melody,

As the 12 PM party arrives at its crescendo.

Stars shine, making an infinite expressive dance,

Seen simply constantly and the fey.

Pixies plummet in a brilliant exhibit,

Their wings excited in a brilliant showcase.

They wind through the air no sweat,

Presenting charm with each breeze.

The stream sprites ascend from the water's hug,

With sparkling scales and a peaceful effortlessness.

They get the dance together with a smooth movement,

Adding an amphibian appeal to the twilight dedication.

The 12 PM party is a domain of imagination,

An embroidery woven with heavenly pronouncement.

Nature's animals and mysterious creatures,

Joined in a dance underneath the moon's sparkle.

As the night advances, the stars start to blur,

The primary light of sunrise not too far off laid.

The revelers bid goodbye with a tranquil moan,

Withdrawing to the shadows as morning draws near.

The charmed clearing, presently washed in daylight,

Gets back to the quiet of the sleeping evening.

The 12 PM party, a mystery so heavenly,

Disappears, leaving just recollections in the home brew.

In the tranquil outcome, as day takes its hold,

The world stirs, the tales untold.

However, in the hearts of the people who accept,

The 12 PM party keeps on winding around.

A festival of the otherworldly and nature,

A dance underneath the moon for each kid.

For in the enchantment of the 12 PM air,

Dreams wake up on the planet so uncommon.