The night that commands these creatures has begun,
the creepy crawlers will emerge and begin the nightly routine of
the hunt, the nesting, the evading, the dancing with the ghosts

the capturing of the light is a a necessity and the creatures are aware of it,
the capture is almost like a health pack of absorbed moonbeams streaking throughout the canopy onto the underbrush and forest floor,
the creatures move among the the shadows hunting the light blindly
unaware of the loss of stealth as they peak theirs extensions into the dim moonlight touching the floor, sweeping the earth about

this is the life that the night commands and I await the break of dawn and the warmth of the moon's superior as
the wind rustles and the earth has spun for that bit of time

oh the deep dark night, let there be a dawn.