Darkness, How It Is Felt.

There the cows of the village Goes to the cowshed they lies The village cows while it is dusk Opts for a retirement in sheds Darkness they fear, always Darkness for them is death sometimes The wild animals prefers to hunt The poor cows and calves the prey The domesticated hens of homes Goes to their cages in time In the evening hours they makes Lovely sounds, of happiness They prefer the days more The time to find out the preys The little insects they selects Swallows in spirit of joy Take and part the preys to all The customary habits they maintain Darkness always not preferred But preferred by the wild foxes In nights they comes out To find out somewhere the cocks Delicious food they prefer Demon look they makes to cocks The cocks makes the cries But sometimes in fear they silent Easily making themselves the preys The nature's solution of food to all.