The Sun has gone to bed,
The world has gone to sleep.
Yet, there are those who live,
In the light of the Moon.
Their lives light up,
When the Moon lets out,
Her silvery Moonbeams.
The hoot of an owl,
The chirping of crickets,
The bark of a fox,
The snuffling of hedgehogs,
Burrowing badgers,
Batty bats.
Their lives light up,
When the Moon lets out,
Her silvery Moonbeams.
-2013
