Into the Mystical night

Into the mystical night

Grows the half-moon light

And shields the creatures

In the fields and hollows

While the only features

that shows

those ways are black and white

and hide in the banks

of the cutting

while the others wake for rutting.

The morrow risings glow asunder

burrow up from under,

while seeking the food of the green

that grows only after disasters stricken,

the rocket of old comes to cleanse

the earthen plains

and charred remains

for strength and rejuvenation.

The light comes quickly in the morn

And those below hunker down

They will not be seen

when day’s around.