Hushed moments under the canopy of oak, heed the sounds darkness summon forth.
Birds sing lullabies, squirrels work their nests, locusts wing dancing the late summer call.
Night creatures move twigs underfoot, across the leave, Atop the root, water softly lapping the shore. Disturbed not at three a.m., the quiet sound of peaceful night. Now resting on pillow of soft grass. Much to my delight, land a small yellow butterfly upon a blade, smiling at me, and flew off into the night. All Rights Reserved.