the sun has sunk through amber and rose colored clouds
as the day comes to an end, night comes alive
inky skies and pinpricks of light take the land
the hunters of the night awake
the land is theirs now, and they are kings  
gone are the small creatures frolicking through the fields,
now the wolf slinks through the grass
the owl opens his eyes
bats emerge and cicadas cry
Intoxicating peace, beautiful melody
broken! a sharp cry fills the air
end of one life to sustain another,
survival of the fittest
calm returns, turns
intoxicating peace prevails
night