Beyond the shroud of cloud

And still after the wonder of thunder

All the night-time creatures

Come out of their beds to play

The raccoon nibbles the acorn

The possum tastes the shoots

The rats dance the floorboards

Even the owl cuts loose

Softly, softly, rumble and skitter and moan

Under the gaze of the moon

They feed as if alone

Won’t relinquish ground too soon

The day crowd has had their fill

It’s now the night group’s time to shine

To savor tender branches

And strip produce from the vine

Time to uncover grubs fat and juicy

And pluck fruits ripely fine

Mothers must feed babies

And everyone will dine

For then all the nocturnal species

Come out to frisk, frolic and glean

The little, big, and medium

As the world lays sleeping and serene