Night is a strange creature.

The night has eyes that cannot see,
he’s been blind for eternity . . .
which is why the night reigns supreme.
The night has ears but does not hear;
he doesn’t want to ease our fear.
It’s easier to live that way.
The night has legs but cannot walk--
his legs are thin, like reeds, a stalk--
and he falls without a whimper.
The night has lips but does not speak . . .
words he wishes to say are weak
Night has the power and glory
though his scent is death and decay.
Some deaths linger throughout the day.
His excuse is senility;
the night, in sincerity, tries
but he’s blind to reality.

The nights’ blind eyes cannot see.