Nocturnal Life

The dark veil of night settles over the prairie, A pale moon lights the scene, Prairie mice scurry across the plain, Hawks look on with hungry eyes, Lonely howls fill the air And the nocturnal life endures. The spirit of hunting beats through the night. Its rhythmic drum can be heard In the dying squeal of prey. Empty bellies scourge and prowl For that promised feast. Nothing much has changed Since we left our animal ways. The night still hangs in our minds To hasten the discovery of our own beast.