The sun sits low in the sky,

Sliding down behind the horizon.

Dark is coming,

Day melting into night.

 

People go to bed;

It’s the wolf’s hour now.

Foxes slink through fields,

Leaving full trashcans to the raccoons.

 

Owls sing a haunting tune,

Stars providing minimal light.

The moon takes its throne

High in the deep blue sky.

 

Sweet dreams to all those who slumber,

Silently, comfortably in their beds.

Shadows creep and crawl all over town,

Coloring the world in uncertainty.

 

The sun is gone,

Vanished from the sky.

Dark is here,

Night taking over day.

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