Nightiming

Smart as a tree but slow as the day

Theta was here, he liked cold nights because he can see his breath and it made him feel alive

• Wind more inviting them my home you can call me a racoon

For some life starts in the morning but mine will start soon

• A puddle are a cricket either is calming to me untouched and swell

Peaceful breeze and a hoot from an owl this evening is going well

• Leaves whisper their greetings and the cars roar at each other

Whatever happens the night and its noises are not a bother

• The moon unlike the sun caresses with its glow like a mother

Accompanied by the weather and sounds i am ultimately smothered

• My steps are soft but not softer than the grass that tickle my shoes

The rustle lets me know i’m moving and helps melt my blues

• The jeckle to my hyde the night does not roar but is divine

I can happily say that every night the evening is solely mine