Creatures At Night Poem by Simon Jackson

The night comes
and the owls come out to hoot.
The bustle and the noise is gone
and animals slowly creep
out from their midnight shelters.

Alive in the night
the foragers and predators arrive
hungry from their daytime sleep,
they hunt alone to satisfy
their hunger in the belly deep.

In silent solitude they strike,
camouflaged by the evening curtain
which wraps around the nocturnal stage.
Not a sound is heard, nor leaf disturbed
until the hunter's appetite is appeased.

Soon dawn will come and the
night creatures will dissapear to
their daytime homes and sleep in
in apprehension and relief that they
were not somethings midnight feast.

In their holes in silent sumber
their energy restored,
until the sun sets once more
the nightly curtain surrounds the stage
and the play starts again.