A canopy of inky darkness descending upon
The skies, the full moon bathing all life in a silvery
Sheen, the sphere-like body enshrouding all in its mystery, wispy braids, like
An artist’s brush strokes upon a celestial canvas

As if one’s lost dreams all appeared in the night
Sky, a zephyr blows across the thicket
The wolf’s lonely howl and
Crickets chirping like the susurration of a waterfall

The great owl hooting wistfully in the distance
As darkness settles