Nocturnal

I think its funny how when I go to sleep 
there are animals that are just now waking up

Stretching their muscles
Tightening their senses

In life there is no such thing as still

Something is always moving 

Always alive

Ready to hunt
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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