' Night Nature... ' Poem by MoonBee Canady

I Walked in the Woods, on a Moonlit path
As Fireflies gathered around to Dance
And Crickets and a Nightingale Chirped a Tune
As a Distant Wolf, Howls at the Moon

And a Glow-Eyed Owl, Territorially Asked Who-o-o-!
dares Invade and Interrupt Our Hullabaloo?
and the Leaves on the Oaks, Rustled an Answer
across the Sky… and Wind Breezily Whispered…

… Must Be A Night Creature
Who Cannot Sleep
Must Have A Night-Nature
And Ventures Deep …
Into The Nightshade and Hollyhocks
Her Eyes, like Two Nimbus, Shimmery-Spots…

… Now, The Path lay close, to a Bubbling Stream
Which led to a Pool, of a Mirror-Sheen
Denizens of the Dark, Grouped Near the Obsidian-Ink
… in Hushed Agreement, as I Knelt To Drink…

… Must Be A Night Creature
She Drinks at Leisure
Must Have A Night-Nature
Look At Her Stature…
Intrepid-Instinct, Even Blasé- Imbued
Even in Silhouette- Shadows and Solitude…

… And, as I Stroll Back, the Way I Came
The Mysterious-Darkness Asked: “Had I Ever Been Tame? ...”
I Raised My Face, Replied, “Yes… Under God’s Hand…
… And as I Stepped into the Tent... added… “And That Of My Man”…

… Must Be A Night Creature
Hunting Treasure
Must Have A Night-Nature
Hunting Pleasure…
… in The Measure of His Sweet Kissed-Reaction
In The Measure of My Own, Night-Predator Passion…