Nightlife

Dancing in the moonlight,
High up in the trees
Rustling leaves are twirling
On the gentle breeze.

A whippoorwill is calling
As he dashes through the night
Chasing after insects
Who flee in frantic flight.

Stars are twinkling brightly
Far above it all;
In the distant pasture
Sounds the coyote's mournful call.

There is a constant noise
Of insects and of frogs
And somewhere in the woods
Is the sound of wild hogs.

Nighttime brings the creatures out
Who've spent the day asleep
Where underneath the darkness
A vigil they do keep

For those who do the hunting
Or, for those who are the prey
There in the inky blackness
Hidden from the light of day.