The sun recedes and Day-sky hides her face
and nets of stars are cast to take their place.
A sun-bleached satellite now rules on high
as planets wander through the velvet sky.
A lone coyote chants its mournful lay
while furtive field mice haste to hide away.
A million creeping creatures join the song
upon the breeze of night carried along.
Dark wings unfold to beat the restless chill--
Nocturnal nestlings hungry for a kill.
I lie awake, broadcasting senses wide
to hear and see and smell life's nightly tide...
'til finally, that world becomes a dream--
yet one more realm where darkness reigns supreme.
MNA
2.24.16
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