Night.
The word sounds across my mind.
Darkness is closing in around me.
Holding me tight like a cold, black hand,
not letting me go.
The rustle of the leaves.
The howl of the wolves like a song
in the moonlit air.
The screech of an owl,
as it softly glides through the sky.
The snap of a twig as a raccoon hurries home.
For they know.
Light is coming.
Excellent job, son. Never stop writing.