Подарено Л. Чеховым с разрешением публикации

Here’s night on tiptoe,
Amber in the fist
Holdin’ little violin
And flashlight, at least
- I’m goin’ up to play!
- Take me, please, with you!
Whisperin’ from darkness
Were the silent two

And the bow clicked,
The flashlight blinked
The night unclenched the fist;
A small ball rolled,
And orange moon showed
Had lost in clouds at least.

A thin ray,
Only at once,
In the black sky above the grass
The night had found...
had hidden in the chest -
The flashlight, the bow,
This whole little mess -

And cricket, and firefly!