As I look out at the night, I wonder
Are their creatures hiding under

The shadows down so deep
do they lay there, peace in sleep?

Do they lay there, dozing in the night?
soon to vanish at first sight.

Do they lay there, dreaming of the beauty of the night?
Only to have their dreams halted, by morning's light.

And as morning's first light comes over the shadows so dark
do they open their eyes and get up with their back in an ark?

and vanish into the air
with barely a care?

Is this how a creature of the night spends it's time?
living mysteriously...like a long, magical rhyme?