Night Life

Evening shadows darken
Outside my window pane.
A different kind of atmosphere
Accompanies the exchange.
I understand things are the same
("Logic" guarantees…)
But a stealthy kind of life
Sneaks in through the trees!
Nightly hunters take their place
(As fish that live deep down)
Dodging light which finds their trail,
Never making sounds.
'Tis a mystery how they creep
And "work" nocturnally.
But by morn we'll find the proof;
One TOPSY-TURVY scene!

~penned by lynn foust