Still is the night

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

The cold crisp air, a portent of the
coming night. The moon peeps
through the silvery clouds, that
swiftly traverse the night sky.
Have no time to say goodbye.

Peaceful are the children.
Toys put away.
Computers turned off.
Tablets stored safely.
Phones charging.
At long last, sleep has arrived.

Tranquil are the skies.
As black as coal.
As black as pitch.
Quiet are the birds.
Their beautiful song resting.
Awaiting the new dawn.

Not a peep. Deathly silence
hangs over the village.
It’s Halloween. A time when
death stalks the earth.
Stalks the unwary.
The disbelievers. The cynics.