the longer night

the long day
proceeds even the longer night.
the owl
perched
under a silver moon
on a bended
branch
in thick pines,
is watching,
listening before
spreading his wings
to kill
what lies below.
a fox sides through the bramble
with something
half alive
in it's teeth.
snakes curl coldly
side by side. all the
birds have gone quiet.
the woods
are under the spell
of darkness.
a possum wanders
into the street,
blinded by the lights
surrendering his pondered
life.
and here we are inside
doing
what we do best,
we're quiet, a book
in hand
beside a low soft light.