As sundown comes
filmy clouds drift
across the blackening canvas
to kiss the star-dappled sky
painted purposefully, perfectly
by One more skilled than any mortal.
On velvet pads
nightlife crawls over wet grasses,
along woody branch,
through their realm
unseen by man
one hundred times as large.
Night falls, I hurry home
switch on lights, close doors
to the cold night air
and imagine the Boogey Man
outside, in the dark,
ready to pounce.
Why fear what I cannot see?
Nocturnal life lives in twilight.
Where I stumble, they are agile,
fleet of foot and wing.
Unblinking amber eyes opened wide,
they survive another day.
Invisible world could teach me to trust,
to open windows and doors,
tiptoe outside, breathe night air,
steal over damp soil,
look under leafy screens,
meet creatures one thousand times as small.
To appreciate lesser inhabitants
may be contrary to human logic,
but to embrace the universal plan
set in motion purposefully, perfectly
by Him eons ago
is worth the endeavor.