There's Poem by Rich Harney

There's not that much that's pretty
With the cool evening gone,
save the sad lights of the city
From this here hill we're on.

And that o'er there, can't see it
Till moon will stop it's pout
Then all the world's a shadowy glow
And all the world is out.

Out with all ‘em lightning things
Bugs and wings and tails
And all the starry night-lings
And all their starry trails.

There's not that much that's pretty
‘Less eyes are what you know
Gleaming eyes in talls of grass
That wasn't there befoe'

That would be a howlin' fox
Red eyed mean and waitin'
Fer a rabbit out his den
Doin' late night datin.'

Sure the world's a little dark
After evenin's down,
But all the night is waiting,
Heaven's lookin'‘round.