Night Prowl

In the silence of night I come out to the vale Where above a sheet of beam Tiny stars around majestic moon revel Soft breeze beat against my face As I tread the slender path Crops sway in waves of gold With a heavy catch fishermen sing in mirth Occasional hoot scares the mice Running across fields for preys They jump over fences and walls To the barns to hide inside stakes of hays Swaying tress obscure the moon And cast shadows of ghosts and witches Suspicious foxes leave the corpse To run into bushes and ditches I am a lone soul to walk the ridge And look at the burning horizon May be to attend a fair on other side In to the oblivion planets and stars run One by one they get lost there Till a shining star tarries to wish me bye A streak of light emerge from the east As slowly and silently night begins to die