29 April, 2005

NIght Life

Black paints a picture of a night,
Yellow draws the stars,
White contrast as the moon,
its silver sheen shining back.
Mysterious murmurs of the wind,
break the still cold night,
An owl wakes with a screech,
and the wolfs gives the call of hunger.
The day is over,
the sun long gone,
while the humans sleep,creatures creep,
bask in the reign of the dark.
(this too...very short)

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