Moonlight

The wood slept in the moonlight. Fox prowled beneath a starry sky, Narrow eyes searching for prey, Mice and voles out walking Gracefully taking the evening air. Owl perched on a crescent moon Looking down blinking in the night. Motionless it stalked its prey Waiting to outwit the prowling fox. Its young gaping for a night snack. The moon looks on hanging in the air, Boughs gleaming in the halo from her Silver charm. Though fear stalks the Night; Moles dig in darkened rooms Causing the worms to shudder in fear. Robins and blackbirds snoring the Night away oblivious to the midnight Woods dark secrets. The moon rises In the dark night as the wood sleeps on. Only the night shift stirring restlessly.