Daylight pushes night away.
Using a gentle broom.
Last call of the ***** heard.
Before she scurries into daylight's blast.
She brushes each leaving night away.
As if it were her last.
Wants not to be caught in the morning sun.
And so runs back into her daylight den.
There she will stay till night breaks again.
Night is over.
She had her fun!
(c)Livvi 02/12/13