Night-Life
There is a silver sheen of light
On everything around
Shadows long and whispery
Will trail along the ground
The smallest whisper seems as
loud
As thunder in the sky
What sounds like marching armies
are
Some mice scurrying by
These hours while the world's
asleep
Are filled with wonders rare
The creatures of the night come
out
There's magic in the air
The evening birds sing quiet
songs
That dance along the night
The animals that sleep all day
Come out to see the sight
The hours just before the dawn
Are darkest of them all
When night-life goes back to
their homes
And morning comes to call
(c) "Amalthea Celebras" K.C. Fahel
26 February 1992
