Mysteries Of The Night Poem by Evelynne Wren

As the Sun kisses the Moon goodnight,

The moon shines brightly for all lovers at mid-night,

The nocturnal creatures wake up,

While the diurnal lie down,

The queit neiboorhoods,

Hushed sounds of the chilren staying up,

Teenagers sneeking out,

Adults crusing the town,

Althought the public areas loud, yet musical,

Blending in nicely with the shreik of bats and howl of dogs,

As the Moon kisses the Sun good morning,

The sun greets the day with it's happy ray of light, and warmth.