Stillness surrounds the blackness of night,
Transfixed and bewitched, as if frozen with fright.
Not even a leaf or stark twig stirs in pity,
Miles from the busying buzz of the city.
Reliant on senses, the dark calls the tune,
Its symphonic movements cast far away, strewn.
The stream trickles melodies, owls hoot their songs,
Silently flapping, the bat beats along.
Oh! Silver Moon, that lights the way,
I heard your call, I heard you say,
“Come, join me, for I feel alone,
Once, people came, but now they’ve flown.
Around your planet, countless years,
And no one saw my new frontiers.
Then, just as strange folks came as friends,
They, all too soon, were gone again!
The Day Says Goodnight
The day gets ready to say goodnight.
It just gives in, there’s no big fight.
The waxing Moon has raised its head,
The sun is drifting down to bed.
Wild birds sing the day goodbye,
Raptors soar, with one last cry.
They’ve had their supper, it’s time to roost,
As the river swells, bulging, from rainfalls boost.
