Before the midnight chime has died away
clouds clear and icy Luna’s halo fades
from lofty heights the night-owl greets the day
and starts his nightly patrol of the glades
beneath wind blown grasses forest creatures
chew smiling on sun-fattened fallen seeds
all contributing to Mother Nature’s
scheme of things and for life’s pre-destined needs
long horned cattle tearing grass with long tongue
between their feet the striped marauder hides
to catch clambering creatures in their dung
the predator above silently glides
eartufts attuned for small scampering beast
continuing to search for nightly feast
When the pen takes control. 
I so-so-so love this
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Lovely! 🙂
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