Night

A lone star shines in the velvety expanse,
and the fireflies begin their glittering dance.
As pinpricks appear in the darkling sky,
the creatures of Night come, cautious and shy.
Quiet now, hear the millions prowl.
A soft rush of wings from the swooping owl.
They fly, they run, they leap and crawl.
They come in answer to Midnight's call.
Unheard by your ears, by your eyes unseen,
the song of the dark is set to begin.
Dancing and singing in the purple night,
they hum and they thrum, a merry sight.
Oh! The East lightens, Dawn has come.
As one they all scatter from the glaring sun.
And now they wait, silent, yet alive,
for the skies to darken, for Night to arrive.