Darkness

The moon had just arrived tonight he looked with twinkling eyes toward the North that's where his bright and trusty Northstar flies. Two camels on the ground below were stumbling through the sand discussing what they could not know and would not understand. Up on the older camel's hump there sat a wise old bird who looked and acted like a grump but duly overheard the subject of the camel talk it did concern the dark where camels do their stumblewalk and hear the dingoes bark. The camels and the silver moon and even barking dogs and Northern Stars agreed so soon that nights are just like fogs and when the daytime came at dawn they danced, had lots of fun the bird and Mr. Moon had gone They welcomed back the sun.