Creatures of the Night

Time’s dark veil floats slowly to Earth As people of twilight wait for rebirth A species is stirring, about to take charge The men of the gloom, dark workers at large Moonlit toil revealed by the morn Papers now printed, babies now born Cities scrubbed clean by fastidious hordes Nocturnal writers put thoughts into words Samaritans listen to sad people crying The carers attend to the sick and the dying Harvesters counting their catch from the sea A jailer considers a recidivist’s plea Men of letters with addresses unknown Those of the air, many miles have been flown A glow in the sky tells of morning’s first light It’s the end of the day for the creatures of night