Slowly the sun <br />sinks in the west <br />leaving the land <br />lonely, forlorn <br />lit only by <br />light of the moon. <br /> <br />Things of the night <br />shun what is bright. <br />Hear the owls hoot <br />hunting the small <br />creatures that dread <br />death from the sky. <br /> <br />High in the dark <br />under the stars <br />leather-winged bats <br />flitter and flap. <br />Better by far <br />biding indoors. <br /> <br />Wait for the dawn, <br />return of the sun <br />when we may see <br />what we prefer <br />Nature to be— <br />sweetness and light.<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-by-night/
