
In the quiet of the evening
Aloneness takes on whole new meaning
It might to some bring apprehension
Stillness can breed quiet tension
Every creak and night bird call
Seems sinister in twilight’s pall
To those that let their minds grow wild
Nervous as a frightened child
A darkened home is gaping maw
Simple shadows curl to claw
And sleep is furtive till the dawn
When nighttime’s bane, at last, moves on…
But others melt into the dark
No aegis comes from fire’s spark
For there’s no need when nightfall comes
And no sounds heard from anyone
The stars and moon are welcome friends
The gentle chirps small frogs can lend
Are all the company you’ll keep
Their lullaby soothes you to sleep
The cover that the gloaming makes
Is bare enough till sunrise breaks
To conjure magic from the dull
As mesmerized by midnight’s pull
In blacked-out hush is found delight
By mystic creatures of the night!
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