Still is the night

Woodland creatures bid farewell.
Settle down for the long night ahead.
Families tucked up. Safe.
Winsome breaths spring forth.
They are sleeping.
Sleep tight, little ones. Sleep tight.

The moon peeps through silvery clouds,
as they swiftly traverse the night sky.
Have no time to say goodnight.
They stop for no-one.

Tranquil are the skies. As black as coal.
As black as pitch. Quiet are the birds,
their beautiful song resting.
Awaiting the new dawn.
Deathly silence hangs over the village.
It’s time for death to stalk the earth.