When the drapes are pulled

when the drapes  are pulled

when the eyelids close

rotten bend i do suppose

its latent oxygen enriched

by the animals

their journeys pitched

the other  night past midnight

a great moon smiled and I

rounded the bend

by the  old folks place

and an enlightening did descend

as my lights came on

two badgers possibly mother and son

waddled disconcertedly to the  left of me

in fun

i imagined what they were doing

in unison of gait

in the golden moonlight

at a fair  old rate

and its gorgeous groves

at peace in so many ways

very few humans on the scene

energy then flows

raptors deers and witches

the odd poet perchance

seeing with his night eye vision

the invisibles who dance

unworried by the  flashlights

the  noisy  engines who

threaten  to crush and collide with us

for that is  what they do.