The Silent of the Night
The quiet of the wilderness is sometimes hard to bear.
It is a silence that only you and nature share.
You sleep on a bed of branches out in the open air
And by listening to the noises you can tell just what is there
For all of nature’s creatures are out there in the night.
Searching for food to appease their appetite.
The owl has started hunting, with big round eyes he will search
The ground for the slightest movement from his lofty perch
The cry of the nighthawk
And the zooming sound it brings
As it dives down from the sky
Catching insects in the web beneath its wings
The timber wolf has left his lair, you can’t see him but you know he is there
With silent paws that strike the ground he passes by without a sound
Like a shadow out of sight he fades into the silent of the night
You sleep in conscious slumber half asleep and half awake
Waiting for the morning for the dawn to break
And when the sun comes up, shining bold and bright
You know you have experienced the silent of the night