By Scott “Scooter” Hedtke
In the dead of the night people and
creatures roam free, without limitations
or restrictions.
Wandering and roaming
with reckless abandon
the bringing of chaos and cries of
Fill the dreams of the little people
In the night where dreams are fulfilled
and murders happen.
People can hide in the darkness,
caress it like a blanket
or they can greet it for the first time
like a person you might be interested in
but the night does believe in timed appearances.
For night flees at dawn and returns at
sunset.
Just like old faithful
when people and creatures can once again
Roam Free.