The velvet cloak of night
wraps it’s comforting curve
out to the horizon
where a cheeky line of
petticoat pink reveals
the legend of shepherd’s
delight; and white blossom
shimmers it’s exotic
enticement to hairy
and plump little winged things
who, in their turn attract
the shadow-flight of the
sonar expert, the bat
echolocating it’s
way to a midnight feast.
Unknown voices penetrate
the silence, and the stealth.
The nighttime world, respite
from the dry fireball
of Helios, domain
of Selene, is humid
and heavy in mystery
and all oblivious
to the watchful padding
of a small sleek feline.