A Starlit Night

Here is a poem I wrote about the Oscars

A Starlit Night:
The sun went down, the stars came out
stepping from a limousine
to photographer's shouts
tomorrow her outfit will be in the magazines

throwing back her head
for a pose
on a carpet of red
they ask:
"What are your chances?"
she replies:
"Fair, I suppose.''

her apprehension grew
as she approached the theatre
and the carpet got shorter
and shorter

but she knew
that she could not turn back

~The End