Blackness settles, seizing light;
Day is fleeing from the night.
The blue sky dies and fades to black
with grey clouds riding on its back.
Squirrel and chipmunk hide away
so they can thrive another day.
Bats and ravens ride their wings,
for in this darkness, they are kings.
The moon smiles, and summons the stars.
"Wake up children, the night is ours!"
Once all brightness has decayed,
Spirits dance, and tree limbs sway.
Then after a while, the sun returns,
covering the night in blazing burns.
Howling darkness pass away.
Night must now make way for day.