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.