It is dead night
We sleep tight
Under the safety
With no more worry
Many insects come to life
With almost worn out life
No hunt is possible
In day time, it is almost impossible struggle
Tigers and lions venture
In open space as hunter
Stomach is empty
Hunger is felt already
Dears, buffalos and cows
Sleep well but know
Their life is in danger
They may fall victim to somebody’s hunger
Owl too is on hunt
Eyes work and attack is blunt
No one can escape
Life and destiny is shaped
It is another world
“Where night facilitates” we are told
When we sleep and enjoy
Other creatures roam with joy
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